January 8, 2013.
Today was another day of school. As depressing as it may sound, nothing particularly memorable happened. I had a lot of photo homework to do because I was a lazy procrastinator over break. This is one of my “concentration” (in quotations because I still am not completely sure what my concentration is… which is probably not a good thing) pieces and I actually like it more than I like a significant amount of my other work from this year. I got a little bit of beauty inspiration from it as well. Who said you can’t wear red lipstick at home?
January 7, 2013.
4 pm blues.
My first day back to school did not go as smoothly as I had hoped.
High point: doing the Macarena to “Something That I Want” while driving home.
Low point: the kids in the bus in front of my car laughing at me while I was dancing.
Everything else tended to lean towards low points.
Here’s to a better second day!
January 6, 2013.
All ready for school.
Today was a day of tying up some loose ends.
Unfortunately, a lot more still remain loose…
January 5, 2013.
Today I got to spend some time with one of my best friends. She introduced me to this AMAZING new Mexican place that gives out FREE CHIPS AND SALSA with every order, which is just about the greatest thing that has ever happened to me… But more importantly, we had a little talk. Or rather a big talk. She told me about her recent *endeavors* with a certain boy we’re friends with, and I must admit, I’m rather jealous. I’m oh so proud of her for doing what we both wanted to do, but I also wish that I could be having the same experiences. This is what happens when approximately 0.2% of the boys at Stevenson are attractive… Nonetheless, it was a great bonding moment and I’m really glad we had it, because now I think we’ll be able to be more open with each other, which is always nice. This only goes to prove my theory that the best bonding experiences happen at the strangest places/times…
January 2, 2013.
(You know it’s a good day when you can’t pick just one photo for it.)
I haven’t done a studio shoot in longer than I’d care to admit. This was a lot of fun. I like modeling for myself because I know what I want out of my pictures, in a way that I couldn’t really describe to another person. These haven’t been at all edited yet, but I sometimes like the idea of pictures that look beautiful on their own so I think I’ll keep them this way.
In semi-related news, one of my best friends turned 18 today and that was a lot of fun. She is one of those people who is just absolutely lovely inside and out, and just gives off this aura of happiness that draws amazing things to her. It’s a shame that she can’t see it yet; she deserves to.
January 1, 2013.
I haven’t attempted a surreal in a long time. This is far from perfect, but I think it’s a good start. It’s very representative of how I feel at the moment.
I feel buried
I feel buried
I am buried under all of stresses of my life. I feel like I’m trapped inside a hole and each day new weights are dropped on top of me, burying me even deeper. I have recently came to the realization that I’m dropping them on myself. I cause myself far more stress than anyone else could cause me. But with this realization comes the hope that I can change this. I buried myself, I can dig myself out. This photo project is the start. Each thing burying me represents a source of stress or anxiety in my life. If I continue to force myself back into the photography I love, slowly the camera can be the first thing lifted off. It’s not enough to dig me out, but it would be enough to let in a little ray of light from the outside world.
This is the first day of (hopefully) 365.
This is something I’m doing purely for myself.
This is my love for photography, a love I haven’t felt inspired by recently.
This is me forcing inspiration upon myself.
This is to 2013, a big year for me.
This is to new beginnings.