FIFTY TWO: wasted time

FORTY: LOST&INSECURE.

FORTY: i’m a photographer.
i take pictures. that is all.

THIRTYNINE: :\ sorry tumbs <3 you

THIRTY: i just finished all my supplmentry applications and i am quite happy about this accomplishment. i miss taking pictures for my 365, sorry tumblr. life has just caught up with me. oh right, next on my list of stress level: english essay on the picture of dorian gray by wednesday, and my portfolio review on the seventeenth.

anyways, here’s a picture of the past and my current emotion :) ps. i miss summer <3

TWENTY-SIX v3: untitled
just catching up on all the days i’ve missed during my three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

TWENTY-SIX v2: to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.
ever since (500) days of summer, i can’t get over this song. anberlin’s cover is lovely as well, but seriously. anyways, i just finished my last first semester of high school. it feels great. although, it was also my last class in room 113, just saying.

TWENTY-SIX: caught up
honestly, i’ve been so caught up lately. i haven’t been able to grasp the fact that in september, my life is going to change. everything is temporary, really though. on december 4th, 2009. my life changed. maybe getting accepted to university isn’t a big deal to some people, however. i got accepted to ocad, my first choice university, before i even touched my applications. i talk about getting accepted so often because i can’t believe it was me. a handful of people got accepted and i was one of them. i’m not one to brag, and i’m not trying to now. i’m just saying whats on my mind.

EIGHTEEN: “i’m only seventeen years young,” is my revelation. i came to this conclusion during my christmas break. during 2009, i did some pretty stupid things, and this time i’ll know better. i’m not going to say i won’t do it again, because how can i tell the future? but i will do things with more precaution. i’m only seventeen, so why do i have to drink to have fun? it’s not fun when you’re the one who doesn’t remember anything from the night before, what’s the fucking point. i don’t see it anymore. i really fucking don’t. getting wasted and doing drugs phase me now, and i don’t understand it. it’s funny how a board game can make you realize so much. i realized that i have my whole life in front of me, why fuck it up now? i mean i can learn from my mistakes, but seriously, get a grip. drinking isn’t all that great, doing drugs made me black out. and i really don’t need that in my life. even though i love pursuit of happiness (scampi-ified), it’ll be 2 am, and i won’t be taking a hit.

EIGHTEEN: i have great friends, and i love them to death (L).