I was just listening to Johnny Cash's "At Folsom Prison" and was really diggin it until it cut off at track 12! That means I'm missing eight songs and I'm really bummed. Oh well, I can probably get them from James ( Read more... )

I brought eight rolls of film to Wallgreens to be developed. One roll came out black, and apparently it's because the film was old or something was wrong with it.. says the guy behind the counter. Besides that... every fucking roll has scratches through the whole thing. I'm sitting here at the lab, trying to scan some frames, and trying not to cry ( Read more... )

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Went over to Jodi's lastnight and she had a bottle of wine for me, which was amazing. And I left with the most amazing cupcakes which I mowed two of them when I got home. All her friends that were there are really cool, and she showed me all her super sweet cameras and we smoked cigarettes and drank wine next to her printing shit in the red light ( Read more... )

Spent half the day at the photo lab not doing anything. Except for the last hour and a half where I've been printing some stuff. I want to print colour! But the colour darkroom is not in working order yet which really fucking sucks. I have studio time tomorrow but I can't find someone to model for me! My model last week bailed on me which was a ( Read more... )

No internet except when I'm at school. No money. Barely any food. But I'm still shooting so that's cool. Things could be worse. I'm adored and adore in return. I'm driven and inspired. No more fucking around.


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Today: Woke up at 6 and couldn't get back to sleep. Had to be up at 7:30 for an 8:30 class. Finished early, at 11, went and dropped off 120 film, picked up a package at the post office and went back to school to take a quize in Science of Light... which I think I did alright on. Also got back my 4x5 portraits. Pretty stoked to work more on doing ( Read more... )

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Tomorrow is a good day.

I started cleaning and now I'm, like, on a fucking war path. My mother was always the sort to only demand us to clean every once and a while, but when it was time to clean, it was fucking time to cleaaaan. I remember being in my room for HOUUUURRRRS hemming and hawing over it. Now I get it. And I'm ready to get this place into some sort of working ( Read more... )