2.02.2014// 5/52
"A self-portrait, once a week, every week, in 2014."
I call this one the 'blurry-artsy-shot-of-a-self-professed-hipster'
Now that I've figured out how to work the self-timer on our camera, and found an adequate spot to shoot, these self-portraits might just get better *fingers crossed* which hey! isn't that the whole point anyway, to see progress? This week has been beyond insane and scattered, and I doubt the next will ease up on the chaotic. But regardless of that, it is a new month and there's always some hope in starting afresh each month. Today was an exceptionally not-good day, which just confirms by belief that Sundays are just bad days in general. Hope for the best for me tomorrow as I take on a calculus quiz (which I'm not ready for), my Brown interview (which I'm even less ready for, and x10 more nervous for), and my first Zumba class (which I was born ready for).
"A self-portrait, once a week, every week, in 2014."
I call this one the 'blurry-artsy-shot-of-a-self-professed-hipster'
Now that I've figured out how to work the self-timer on our camera, and found an adequate spot to shoot, these self-portraits might just get better *fingers crossed* which hey! isn't that the whole point anyway, to see progress? This week has been beyond insane and scattered, and I doubt the next will ease up on the chaotic. But regardless of that, it is a new month and there's always some hope in starting afresh each month. Today was an exceptionally not-good day, which just confirms by belief that Sundays are just bad days in general. Hope for the best for me tomorrow as I take on a calculus quiz (which I'm not ready for), my Brown interview (which I'm even less ready for, and x10 more nervous for), and my first Zumba class (which I was born ready for).
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