I think it’s been about 4 months since I’ve done anything on tumblr. Oops!
Well looking back at all my old posts, a lot has fucking changed. I got my job back, I got my confidence back, and then some. My hair is two different colors now, and very long, and I have straight bangs. None of this really matters, but oh well!
I’ve been pretty busy with work and my social life, little that there is, and also trying to put together a new plan for myself.
I have recently decided that I do not want to be a photographer. I love photography, I think it is an absolutely beautiful medium and it will always be my first love. However, it just isn’t for me. i can’t see myself struggling for the rest of my life to take photos for magazines or ad campaigns or newspapers, or even for myself. So instead I’ve decided to switch to film.
I have always looooooved film. I have been obsessed with it since I was a little girl but I never saw it as a possibility for myself. I thought I was too timid and didn;t have enough drive or talent or guts to do film. And then I realized, fuck that, I’m going to do it anyways! I am not timid, I am fucking talented and I do have the determination and the guts to do whatever the fuck I want! So yeah… Film.
It’s been a little bit of a crazy transition, convincing my parents, and myself a little, but after a few months of really talking about and looking over my options, things are starting to take motion.
So my new plan? Work full time until next year, then take community college classes to get all my general ed requirements ou of the way. Work my ass off to get perfect fucking grades and a kick ass portfolio so that I can transfer toooooo…. USC!
Well I don’t really know if anyone will even read this, but whatever. I am planning on starting a film blog dedicated to reviews and my journey through film. So if you’re interested in that stay tuned! Have a glorious day and stay beautiful!
Well it was nice having a job for at least a month…
I think what pisses me off the most is the fact that no one is being honest with me. Like, it’s been three weeks now. Obviously I’m not coming back, I get that. But could you at least have the decency to call me, or email me, fuck, even a text would be fine, just telling me that you’re letting me go? Stop ignoring me, I’m not just going to go away. You fucked me over, you owe me this. Thanks.
The art world according to emoji
Bad news left and right. Blegh blegh blegh.