you realize the words go, "la la la la la"
This weekend was okay; I wanted to take more pictures of more things. It's like I live through a 18-55 mm f/3.5-5.6 Canon lens and I'm pretty happy about that. People are way easier to deal with when you're concentrating on the way light reflects off their face and the composition of a shot. Social disenchantment aside, this weekend made me glad the school year is almost over. I have seven school days left of Career Center forever, counting exam day. It's slightly strange to think about.. I remember excessively planning my school schedule during the summer and writing about it on here. What's changed since then? Have I grown up? Oh, introspection.
I don't have to be at Glenn until 12:30 so I'm procrastinating away the extra time for I've been given on things. Tomorrow, I have to present a small talk about globalization and how much it hurts local cultures. I honestly don't care that much.. it seems so simple. Big corporations are bad for little people. But, my partner Siddarth and I decided it would be a better topic than say, Tibet. The people in class aren't going to care about anything we say so we might as well pick something easy. I hate speaking in there, though; it's obnoxious. I'm getting so worked up about a three to five minute speech it just makes me more anxious.
This is good song, by the way. Appropriate for your listening.
You know, it amazes me on a consistent basis how difficult and complicated people and feelings are. It's also strange that I'm amazed. I mean, come on, shouldn't that be expected? But then you start feeling things and thinking things that gross you out and make you feel guilty and they're not even true. Or, more truthfully, I start feeling and thinking these things and it's just weird. I hate how my brain gets tricked into thinking things that make me feel disgusted. Gross things are gross.
What am I even talking about? Who cares? I could be looking up telephoto lenses right about now.
I don't have to be at Glenn until 12:30 so I'm procrastinating away the extra time for I've been given on things. Tomorrow, I have to present a small talk about globalization and how much it hurts local cultures. I honestly don't care that much.. it seems so simple. Big corporations are bad for little people. But, my partner Siddarth and I decided it would be a better topic than say, Tibet. The people in class aren't going to care about anything we say so we might as well pick something easy. I hate speaking in there, though; it's obnoxious. I'm getting so worked up about a three to five minute speech it just makes me more anxious.
You know, it amazes me on a consistent basis how difficult and complicated people and feelings are. It's also strange that I'm amazed. I mean, come on, shouldn't that be expected? But then you start feeling things and thinking things that gross you out and make you feel guilty and they're not even true. Or, more truthfully, I start feeling and thinking these things and it's just weird. I hate how my brain gets tricked into thinking things that make me feel disgusted. Gross things are gross.
What am I even talking about? Who cares? I could be looking up telephoto lenses right about now.
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