salami sandwich.

ive found recently that in my spare time i sleep and eat salami sandwiches. im pretty sure salami is awful for you. so much for hottie angie. ill take what i can get. i opened up my dove chocolate today and it said "write a love letter this week." fuck you, chocolate. seriously. i just woke up from my morning nap (to eat a salami sandwich for lunch, of course) and man did i have some crazy dreams. i would describe them, but im pretty sure the persons involved are reading this right now and therefore id rather not discuss.

the third week of school and i finally made it to my photography class. baldwin lee, you are my saving grace, at the end of the day i believe it will be you and possibly only you that makes or breaks ut for me. thats a heavy burden to carry on your shoulders but im pretty sure you dont know i exist right now so we're ok.

the class is amazing though. i think we get to do a little digital too which is good...maybe i can show some sense of forte when that time comes around. im about to go back for lab, where ill develop my prints and fully recognize how bad of a job i did shooting yesterday.

its been cloudy for days, which im actually ok with. but i feel like everyone, myself included, is in a bottomless stupor. we're all facing things. owning up to things. and its not pretty at all. ive got friends who are deciding where they want to be next year, buying apartments or switching schools completely. ive got friends wondering what they should do with their lives and attempting to take control of their destinies. ive got friends deciding what to hold onto and what to let go of, an ultimately life-altering decision. ive got friends who are dealing with loss or possible loss, trying to fight through the pain to get back to the good stuff again.

and what about me? i love these tennessee hills. but i cant wait to get back to georgia...which incidentally sad as it sounds will be this weekend.

ha.