What did I fucking tell you.

My film didn't turn out. I think it loaded wrong or something, because it was all clear. That stupid camera always messes up. I hate it. I need a new one. But I can't get one because they're so fucking expensive. Ugh. I'm seriously considering robbing the Erotic Bakery someday soon.

The Butcher/The Barber

That's love right there.

Woop woop I'm doing my photo assignment right now. The "One Object, 24 Different Ways" one. I've chosen to do books for mine. Quite exciting. I just wished I had some more interesting books. And now the sun that I was using has gone down so I have to make my own lighting. Not as fun. This roll better not be underexposed like my metering practice one was. That really sucked, and since this is an assignment I'm going to fucking kill myself if it doesn't turn out. Fuck, I probably just jinxed it. Ha, Mr. T-Bone is probably wondering what the fuck I'm doing in Photo II since like half of my rolls were either messed up or lost last year. But oh well.

I need a new camera. The one I'm using now was my fathers. Well, it still is, I just never bothered to give it back to him. But he was drunk when he gave it to me so he probably doesn't even remember that I have it. He had an arseload of 35mm cameras actually, and I really don't know why, since he doesn't even do anything with them that I know of. But yeah, it messes up on me a lot. Seriously, it eats batteries ultra quick, underexposes things, doesn't load right, or takes pictures automatically or something because I always find weird photos I didn't take on my rolls.

Anyways, I'm not sure how I'm going to fill an entire roll (a 36 exp. roll too) with books. I'm trying to think of mroe angles and perspectives and ideas, and looking online for any examples, but I can't find any and I'm running out of ideas. My original plan was to do a "love" theme, and go around photographing couples, families, musicians perfecting their craft, etc., but I didn't have enough time. I was going to get some in at school and at the From Aphony shoot yesterday, but then the only couples I really know at school were all gone or I didn't see them together all day, and then I ended up not even being able to go to the shoot yesterday either. Fucking lame sauce. And the only couples/families I saw on Friday and Saturday were all really creepy looking or looked like they were stressed, so I didn't want to bother them.

Then yesterday I was looking through my new ELLEgirl magazine and saw all the cool clothing layouts, so I decided to do that. But my clothes are fucking boring or ugly, so I went to some thrift stores to look for some interesting (and cheap) things to play around with. Then while I was there I saw all the books and records and got the idea to do one of those instead.

So here I am doing books, because I figured those would be a better idea and could express more yadda yadda. I might do another roll with records though just incase. w00t w00t well I must be going now. M'kay buh bye.

I'm not your poor thing.

DEGRASSI OWNS YOU.

You best be bowing down, zombies.

By the way, I just downloaded a few of the songs they've had on the show (Poor Thing, Mr. Nice Guy, etc.) and now I'm going fucking crazy with them. Oh my god seriously, get these if you don't have them. The sound quality sucks on most of them, like they were just recorded from the telly or live or whatever, but still...they fucking own. Especially "Poor Thing." That one sounds like it was actually separately recorded in a studio or something too. w00t.

Oh, and I downloaded a few versions of the theme song too, and in the full length version, it has a rap by some guy and some more of the singing lady. Quite entertaining.

Yeah...I put them on my myfilehut.com account and tried to post the links earlier, but for some reason they get messed up on this blogger. Pfft. Yeah thanks.

So if you want to hear them I guess you'll just have to go sort through a bunch of files to find a somewhat good quality version now. Ha.

Fucking lame sauce.

^^^Tee hee I stole that from Robin and Kiwi. :]]]

So anyways, my mother was saying some shit to me today and according to her she put in a notice to Kentridge saying that I would be moving in with my father during mid-winter break. I wouldn't mind living with him and getting away from all you Kentridge fucking asshats, but honestly now, who the hell goes and moves their child without even telling them? What, was she just going to send me off for the weekend and lead me to believe everything was normal, then show up with a U-Haul the next day and just leave me? Pfft. You gotta admire that.

And her reason? Because I won't talk to this bullshit counselour. If you'd met her, you wouldn't talk anyways. And if you'd met me, you'd know I don't talk to shrinks. I've lived with this women for nearly sixteen years now, and she still has yet to realise this. Oh, and she also said that it was free counseling but turns out she's using my allowance to pay for it, since it does charge. Yeah...it was fucking bullshit too. She ended up coming into the room while I was in there and telling the counselour all this bullshit about me, like that I'm trying to kill myself and I keep skipping school, neither of which are true (the last one should be especially obvious since I'm there so fucking much). Then the counselor asked my mom some family history questions, and my mom went and told her all these illnesses and other shit that apparently runs in my family, NONE OF WHICH I have ever been informed of, like personality disorders and depression. Except I kind of figured that last one since people in my family love killing themselves.

Anyways, I didn't say a word the whole time. So I guess that's like the ultimate crime to her, and now she's talked to the courts and is ready to give full custody to my father. Of course he wants that though. He's a fucking creep who wants me to be his weak and memory-challenged young lassie again. But I actually like him better now so I kind of stopped caring about that old stuff. I always forget what he does anyways.

Except he lives in this tiny one-room apartment, so I don't know how I'd live there. Plus I really like that place and don't want him to move. It's such a lovely town he lives in, with pubs next to libraries next to shoe stores, and lazy hipsters roaming the streets at all hours with old men in Adidas. What a fucking wet dream of a residency.

Yeah fuck it. I want to move. Not yet. Like in a month. Yeah. That'll be good. Most of my Kentridge friends have changed for the worse or think they're too cool for anyone who's not a fucking clone of a clone of another fucking clone, and I'm pretty sure everyone is fucking laughing at me every waking moment. Whoo. Damn I'll miss those fucks.

Speaking of Kentridge, I still have like sixteen hours worth of makeup work (damn my slow learning abilities!) that I've yet to finish, and I'm starting to vent on one of my public diaries, which is never a good thing to do. Yeah...whoever said telling people how you feel will make things better is a dumbass.


P.S. - She's probably bluffing.

Oh, and...

I figured out how to put on a hardcore title slot for my entries hell yeah...

And I just looked at Basmati and I'm failing Spanish right now, all because of a twenty point pop quiz that I missed last week. Fucking bollocks.

And Mr. Nash still shows up on my account. That man will never leave me alone.

You had me before hello.

Whooooooooooooooosh.

M'kay so my "New Year's thing" was that I was going to start putting this thing to use everyday (or just update one of my other five hundred blogs everyday), and so far I've failed miserably. But whatever. It's the computer's fault. Damn thing can't stay working for more than a week at a time, I swear to fucking God...

Anywho, I've been horribly sick this past week or so, and I still feel like a fucking leper. Good thing I don't completely look like one. Yet. But man, I had to miss like all but a day and a half of lessons last week, and now I have hella makeup work to do. HELLA. And of course being the Amanda that I am...I've spent all day on this bloody device. Pssha. Less than a week into the semester and I'm already most likely going to be failing all my classes. What the fuck, man, what the fuck.

Urrrghhh okay do you ever get that thing where you don't type for a while and then your fingers get all cold and numb and when you start typing again you can't do it right? Yeah well that always happens to me and it's doing it right now. Motherfucker. You'd never guess but it's taking me like five minutes per sentence right now because I keep typing the wrong keys.

Speaking of keys...anyone out there want to help me out with my keyboard? I have no idea what the fuck I'm supposed to do with it. I got it for Christmas this past December. Hot damn. If I had gotten it back in junior high when I was in choir and knew how to play a few chords it would have been perfect. But now...I've forgotten everything. Even "Heart and Soul." Or as Amanda, Kaila, and I called it..."The Candy/Canaan Song." Ahahah what a way with words we have. ;] Either way, I didn't want a damn keyboard in the first place and told my parents whatever they do, don't get me a keyboard for Christmas. And what do they do? They get me a flippin' keyboard. Oh, and wool socks. Because vegans just loooove wool socks.

Big fucking PFFFFT.

Jinkies. I need some sleep. And a back massage. And Slender Means to show up at my doorstep and play in my washroom.

Dare to dream, kids. Dare to fucking dream.