August 6, 2010

7 Aug

One of the frustrating things about this project is that I feel a lot of pressure to prove to the world what an exciting and fulfilled life I have. Friday night for example, I was feeling really worn out from my week. I wanted to just lay in bed and watch movies and read. But I hadn’t taken a picture and began to worry that I was wasting my youth or something. I had talked to a couple of people. There just wasn’t that much brewing outside my door, not to mention that I am trying hard to save money before payday. But I really wanted to go to a bar, to a club, to a venue, to a new restaurant, just so I could take a picture. Eventually, though, my heart won, and I spent the evening reading, going to sleep at a Grandma hour. Spending a Friday night with Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salandar isn’t so shabby.


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