Yesterday Justin took his Figure Photography assignment with me and Liv. Now THAT was an interesting experience. Lying in my underwear (literally, that was all I was wearing) with my friend holding a burning light to my skin and my boyfriend holding a camera to my boobs. Yes, interesting is definitely the word. I can't wait to see how they turn out. Wish I could see Cicco's reaction when he sees them. Most students in photography get people to like, show their arms and legs or a guy takes off his shirt to show muscles and stuff. The people who like to push teachers to their limits will ask a girl to take off her shirt but usually she's wearing like her bathing suit of something. But not Justin. No, not a loser like him. Push it as far as it cn possibly go and then push it further. He's so obsessed with Photography. It's kind of depressing as I think I've said before. He loves it so much it's like I can see into his mind with his pictures. He's so concentrated. You should have seen him at the shoot. He never faltered and he was so . . . . excited. You could clearly see that it was what he loved. It almost makes me feel like I'm second best, like I'm not as important.
Which, I know, is a stupid thing to think, but hey, that's what blogs are for, right?? I really like this blogging thing. I think I'm getting better at it too. There's sometimes I'm writing and I feel my fingers typing what is in my brain. Ok, that sounded weird. But let me explain. The things that you think, stay inside your brain and sort of mull around in there before you even consider them as a thought. But I feel these things being typed and I see them appearing on the screen before my brain has really even registered them. As my brain is producing a thought, it is automatically transferred to the keys. Which is weird. Usually when you write ANYTHING, you think about it before you write it. But I don't think that I've used the Delete key in a few weeks. Except to correct like, spelling blunders or things like that. But seriously, when I'm writing, almost everything I'm thinking ends up on the screen. I say almost because I keep the thoughts like: "Hmmm I wonder what Justin is doing?" or "OMG I wish my mother would leave me alone" in my head because I'm sure you don't need that right now.
Wow. I'm feeling a little off today. But it feels kind of like I'm a little drunk. I'll explain. I gave blood on Wednesday. You know if you've been sitting or lying down for a long time and then you stand up too quickly and you get a head rush?? Well, I get that too, but because of my lack of a pint of blood, when I get that I kinda get fucked up. And it sticks around for longer than perhaps it should. Then, in French class, I started getting a killer headache. Like, it was getting to the point where the lights were bright enough to hurt and I was seriously considering asking Melanson if I could go to my locker to get my sunglasses. I then remembered that I had Tylenol in my bag. Now, when I get a headache that bad, I usually take three extra strengths. So that's what I did. However, I don't think that was a smart thing to do because of the less blood factor. Because everything is slightly blurry and my head still hurts but I'm kinda sway-ie and drunkeny. Is this what it feels like to be high?? I doubt it. But yes. Nick says that the Tylenol is probably more concentrated in my bloodstream now because there's less of it and so I just like, OD'd on Tylenol. Which has happened before. Not to me, but Gio did. So, if the title of my blog any indication to you how I feel right now . . . . yes. I've also had London Bridge stuck in my head since 10:30 which is about when I took the Tylenol. And it's 12:10 now so thats like almost two hours of London Bridge. Surprisingly it's not annoying. Maybe it's because I'm under the influence.
Oh yes, just a short not cause I have to leave soon. Mother is taking me and Ceriwden early out of school and then we're going to see Grandma to Winterfest which we do ever year. More later.
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return
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