282/365 - to plant a garden

al;skdjf;laksdhlhasldkfjballs.

I am aware that I missed two days. Actually, no, that's not right. I wasn't aware that I missed two days until several hours ago. I had this Very Important Essay due today in one of my English classes that just up and decided to EAT MY FRACKING LIFE ALIVE FOR THE PAST FOUR DAYS OR SO. This is probably because I kept putting it off and putting it off until it became this huge problem. 

So, uh, anyway. I'm back on commission now I guess, since I turned in Very Important Essay earlier today.

>.<

281/365 - wind's voice

Outtake.

Goodnight.

280/365 - dive for dreams

Fridayyyy I love youuu. Except...I don't like the fact that I have to work on essays and homework and real work for most of the weekend. Bluck. BUT I have Sunday off and am going to St. James Art Fair, so hopefully something more interesting than bokeh or trees will be happening around here then. :P

279/365 - dreamers of dreams

Yay for bokeh, strange flowers I find in the forest behind my house, and spontaneous unplanned conceptless photoshoots.

Goodnight.

278/365 - a terrible festival

Just a few fall colors from the backyard....It's finally starting to feel like autumn! Yay! lol ... although this weekend its supposed to be kinda cold I think so that's not very nice. But it tis finally time for sweaters and boots and pretty colors and such. Looong day of classes made even worse by my late night last night. Came home from the concert with J at about half after midnight or so. It took copious amounts of caffeine to get me through today. :p

I should definitely be working on an essay due on Tuesday that I haven't even started yet...but alksjdflj. Must. Do. Eeeet. But first-- eating pizza. Then essay writing. 

277/365 - sweep up the wood

Haven't taken any self portraits in a while...not sure why. I used to *hate* taking self portraits...it wasn't that I was "camera shy" or anything (although I was, for a time) I think it was more so that I didn't like what I saw in the finished product. Because that girl didn't look like how I felt. She didn't feel like an accurate representation of myself. I think taking so many self portraits for this project is fascinating. Not only is it a kind of photo diary of what I wore over the past year, or how I fixed my hair and all of that, but I think it is helping me to be more comfortable with who I am, in a strange sort of way.

These are awfully deep thoughts for a Tuesday.

On tap for the rest of the evening: work on an essay, eat dinner, and then go to a concert with J. For some reason I suspect I will not like Wednesday morning...

276/365 - i want to be like water

It rained like hell today, and of course I couldn't find my umbrella until I got home. Of course. *sigh* Not much else to say. Just another manic Monday.