It’s weird the things we do every single day without realising it. Though by the same token it’s really weird how we force ourselves to do certain things daily.

I mean a good example is me and my sodding photography projects, two shots everyday for a year. Sometimes I don’t even know why I’m doing it, or why I care so much about making sure I fufil it.

Maybe having these daily things forces some sort of routine on us, which therefore offers a constant, or some sort of stability regardless of any other chaos that surrounds us.

I’m coming up to the halfway point in my ThreeSixtyFive project, I feel kinda proud even though I know there had been poor shots and fast shots and moments where I just couldn’t be arsed, but that’s part of the experience. It’s the hard bits and how to you deal with them that teaches you the most.

I feel sick from eating the last of that cake with cream…urgh

I’m so stuck at the moment. I feel like I’m grabbing at straws here but I just want to throw myself in the one thing that I don’t have doubts about and that my camera andmy photos. Alas I’m not the best or most amazing photographer out there, but I recognise I have the potential to carry this onwards. But will others see it too?

Really really really really want a new lens.

Working loads this week, will be good, help the days pass quicker till I can go socialise and maybe drown my sorrows under a veil of strawberry cider/tia maria+coke/red wine/booze and the sprout utter bollocks to anyone within the 5 foot region before collapsing somewhere and wishing that I hadn’t consumed whatever alcoholic substance I’d consumed. Then maybe wake up to either a) being covered with pen b) having my head shaved c) find myself in a bath…

Though I say all this what will most likely happen is I decided agaist drinking the last minute, watch everyone else get twatted on booze while I take photos and mock them, and then go make myself a cup of tea when it’s late and try and have some sort of conversation with whatever drunk person I find. And if all goes to plan, I shall probably get involved with shrink wrapping some poor drunk person to something…

Yeah. I’m going to bed.

Tags: bordem, photo stuff, rubbish life, sigh

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