Slow Dancing.

Short semesters are one hell of a whirlpool. 14 weeks of work, squeezed into 7 weeks.

BEAUTIFUL.

But i am content.

So far, i've avoiding any drama, gone my own way, and did my own things. And i am geniuinly happy. Though, there is SOME dissatisfaction within me over certain situations, i am content with the fact that i want to stay silent.

Silence is the best weapon. It is really the best revenge.

Why bother with jealously? hate? status? money?

We all have our individual issues.

revive.

It is said that letting everything out will help with stress... whether in the form of writing, talking, crying... i am going to write.

Talking does me no good, and crying makes my eyes sore and puffy the next morning. We don't want that.

It's not good to be stressed, so here i am attempting to spread my head of stress.

SHORT SEMESTERS - the ultimate stress magnet.

Everything is faster, deadlines are double. It's a headspin i must say.

But it's not like i'm going anything about it. I'm only thinking about it and it stresses me out. I know i should be DOING the work, but i am currently waiting for my laptop to update and clear up so that photoshop wont hang so much.

As much as i am enjoying the subjects today, it is a handful when it comes to assignments.

With a new teacher that has standards all over the place, and a teacher that has HIGH standards within a very limited time. She is also bias i might add. But heck, this semester i want to find no faults.

I really wonder how those girls can do it good. Keeping everything neat AND dealing with the stress. I wonder. Does my time pass differently then theres. Maybe it's me, i do procrastinate.

Facebook is a horrible network. But, just absolutely addictive.

I've been able to stay off more then usual, so that is an up point.

Ok, computer has updated and i am off to bed. I just can't crack anymore into my head.

If you'd be kind enough to shoot me, i'd appriciate it.

(i wish i had nathan's power)

It's about time...

i am in love with TIE-DYE shiiiiz.

Yes, i never thought about it earlier, but i think it's about time i start writing again.

Properly that is. Not just set out rants on my pathetic teenage oriented problems.

I want to write.

About what? I have yet to figure that out. But, maybe i should start an ASK. Where people ask my questions on life. Perhaps?

I've always wanted to be in the magazine line. Not just cause of the awesome cubical and deadlines. (yes, i love deadlines) but the fashion, the photos, the creative write ups, and finding new an exciting things... (musicians, artists, movies.. all!) It's all a pixy dream to me.

Magazines have been filled with just way to many advertisements. And it's no longer worth it's money.

Yes, i am in fact having one of those inspiring moments. But that's because i'm in the middle of studying my photography notes, which is a complete fail.

(not going to rant.)

Yes, i want to be more involved online. Maybe anonymous from everyone i actually know. I'm not found of raying attention things i do. But since this is my personal blog, i shall ray on my current strike of inspiration.

Now, i need to read some books.