“Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. And as tough as wanting something can be, the people who suffer the most are those who don’t know what they want.”
“I just love photographing. I don’t do it for anyone else.” ~ Kim Weston
You know what I love doing? I love just browsing web pages of quotes about love, happiness, heartbreak, photography, art, and music and if I find a quote that particularly appeals to me, I write it down in this book I have so I can look back and remember the stages of emotion I was in the day I put the quote in. For example, if I was in a particularly sour mood about love and men, I’d look for the most heart-wrenching and depressing quotes out there and put them in my book. But something could happen to me in a span of a week where everything changes and I get happy and I find quotes about success and about my careers or passions, and I put them in.
Well I came across my book today, and I didn’t add any persay, but I have been feeling particularly lonely lately, and love free (ok, maybe I have a girlish crush on this guy at work who is only 1 year older, but he’s one of those guys you don’t know is gay or not. I’ve completely LOST my gaydar since coming to Arcadia). But no one really worthy of liking or dreaming about (except for Mr. Rob Pattinson of course!) which is unusual for me. Never really NOT liked anyone before. I get bored easily.
“It’s like my mind knows whats right but my heart is being retarded and still cares.” ~ Unknown
On a completely different note (as usual), thesis is coming together quite nicely, I have about 15 prints done so far, I have 1 roll of film to develop and I have roughly 2 rolls to take this week for thesis. So progress is definately being made! Digital Darkroom is going. I have my first crit for that class tomorrow (well, actually this afternoon, seeing as how its after midnight now). Still need to shoot a roll of color film with the Holga and get it developed for Thursday. Oh endless due dates. How I loathe you. Not condusive to an artist. Not one bit. However French…. ohhhh my French class is quite the interesting one. Not so good. Got my first test back. Not gonna lie, didn’t do exactly well. Shouldn’t have waited 2 years to take it up again. Forgot most of it. I used to be so good at the verbs!
Alrighty, I’ve rambled on quite long enough, I should get back to attempting to finish this book Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos. Quite good. Based in Philly, sarcasm that is closely related to my own. Need I ask for more?