are you sure you want to be a photo major? it seems to me that you don’t understand it, the people in it, the styles, the oddities that comes along w/ being an “artist”. people are stranger, things get overanalyzed, people are strange. are you sure you want to be a photo major?

on another note: i’m tired of everything being connected to 9/11. fuck the references. it’s tiring. it’s so different for people who are not FROM nyc. we don’t want to hear about it every single fucking day of our lives. oh, two light posts.. now that symbolizes the twin towers. too easy. oh, fuck’s sake.

you make me sound evil.

somebody visit me up here.

people are avoiding me. or maybe i’m ignoring them. it’s quite humorous yet pathetic on both parties. uh?

who’s shoes, originally uploaded by thejane.

here’s something new. new project.. maybe a series coming soon.

if it were only so easy to print this in the darkroom than it was to just scan this negative, i would be so happy right now. still trying to get the gist of color photography and the lack of safe-lights when printing.

ok, this is my 2nd break of the day.. i need to get back to my long to-do list.. on a saturday nite. 19 creds, i’m fucked.

here’s a crazy and scary photo of me anita took early this summer.

i talk to myself because nobody hears me.
right now.

you know how people ask “how are you” to actually know how you are doing? i need more of that. maybe i’m the only one asking the question and not receiving the question back is a downer.

i need to talk to someone.. not thru the phone, anita.. not thru IM, kathryn.. someone face to face that would make me happy to be me or get me out of my crappy situation i put myself in.

maybe it’s that time of the month. no, it’s not.. yet.