Swine in the darkroom.
& now I'm the happiest swine of them all!
Yesterday morning I handed in my photography boards & workbook which I'd been working on since April and it's the biggest relief ever. Emilie asked me how long I would have spent on it, I told her that 400 hours was probably an underestimate. I don't think I'll even be disappointed if I don't get the scholarship because maybe perhaps I'll be safe with an excellence (shoot for the moon & all that) but the main point is that it's in and my dreams will no longer be haunted with egg-headed Kims in birdcages.
Now I can sleep & plan outfits again & update livejournal & chase Lulu around the garden & lead a mass boycott of myspace & paint my nails & make better use of being 18 & find a penpal too.
Yesterday morning I handed in my photography boards & workbook which I'd been working on since April and it's the biggest relief ever. Emilie asked me how long I would have spent on it, I told her that 400 hours was probably an underestimate. I don't think I'll even be disappointed if I don't get the scholarship because maybe perhaps I'll be safe with an excellence (shoot for the moon & all that) but the main point is that it's in and my dreams will no longer be haunted with egg-headed Kims in birdcages.
Now I can sleep & plan outfits again & update livejournal & chase Lulu around the garden & lead a mass boycott of myspace & paint my nails & make better use of being 18 & find a penpal too.