I didn’t have time. And this is one of the only pictures I have taken this week. I got a bob cut.

Well okay. Maybe I did have time. Maybe I was just lazy ; ).

I’m so sick of my pictures. I feel like there’s very few images I’ve produced that I actually like anymore. Some days I want to do a massive sweep of images I don’t like anymore on my Flickr. But then I don’t for two reasons: first, I like that you can see my progression as an artist on here. I always thought it was interesting looking at how other artists progressed, and Flickr pretty much contains my entire history in photography. Second, I hate it when other artists delete pictures that I love off their stream. So many times I’ve gone back to look for a certain image and can’t find it because either someone deleted their account, or just that particular image, and I hate that feeling. So I guess I’m stuck. Hopefully I’ll start producing images that I like better, though…

This is two days late, pretty late considering I had all of last week to do it, I know. It was taken on the right day, but I was waiting for my new Mac to be up and running before I edited it. I love this new computer. Well worth the money paid.

Last week I was sick all week. My cold started out with a fever and headache then grew into a common cold. My nose has still not completely cleared. And I’m also getting very sick of face photos, almost completely. So I’m guessing instead of body shots, I’ll be doing a lot more images with hands for the next few weeks. I half feel like giving up this project, and that it was quite silly for me to do it. Anyways, so here’s last week’s image.

The cycles in my life have repeated themselves all too often. I really need to break free. The only problem is that I’ve become too comfortable with them to want something outside of them. And without any desire to leave, I just continue on this journey around and back to the same spot.

Look inspired by 1960s housewives. A bit different for me I think, but I like it a little. Male in the photo is my brother John.

I don’t really like doing full face shots anymore, but I was requested to, so I thought I’d do one just for this week.

I’m becoming more and more busy as the summer goes on I feel. Still have so much to catch up on in terms of personal endeavours, and the school assignments are just starting to kick in now (I’m taking summer school). All is well, I just need a day sometime soon for just sitting at home, editing pictures, working on photography-related things, and relaxing.

I’ve got my hands full.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.

-B.o.B.

i don’t want to show my face today. i should journal; journaling sounds like a good remedy to my problems. i could let out emotions and find ways to express myself without spilling friends’ secrets all over someone else’s lap. and why did it take me so long to be okay with quiet, with thinking, once again. i’m sure distracting myself from my own thoughts isn’t too healthy, but i can’t help but think there’s a reason why i do it. well off to watch some tv on the internet, busy myself with photography-related things, and ignore my own stream of consciousness.

too much thinking going on and not enough concluding. or maybe i just hope for conclusions that will never actually be conclusive. since i change my mind and decide to continue a sentence even after i’ve typed a period. it takes me a while to get things out, and if i’m thinking my thoughts out loud, then you’re going to see a heck of a lot of revision until i finally come to what i wanted to say. my essays don’t just come out in one piece you know. but at least i show you. at least i don’t worry about you telling everyone about what i tell you. not because i think you won’t, just because i’m open like that.

you know i think that it’s common belief that the more closed off you are, the less susceptible you are to being hurt, but quite frankly, i’ve seen nothing but the opposite. it’s the people who are too afraid to put themselves out there a little, to trust, that seem to be most hurt in the end. i’m not sorry that i’m open, though i am sorry that i hurt you. i would change it if i could. but i can’t change that about myself, the fact that i’m human. i will hurt you, and you will hurt me. the matter is more about if the pain changes who you are; and i really don’t think you should let it.

But I just can’t get that look out of my eye.