7/17/10 10:57 pm
So life as of late. I've been working non stop ever since I've come back home. Five days a week, but sometimes six or seven depending on if someone wants a shift picked up or not. I've been obsessed with making money these days. For good reasons too.
I'm taking the semester off this fall.
I think this is a good choice for me. I mean, this past semester I've had at Temple and in Philadelphia I've been MISERABLE. My job took over my life, giving me no room on the weekends to do my photojournalism/documentary photography/lighting assignments. Even on weekdays. This took a huge toll on my grades, resulting in me failing Documentary Photography and Photo Seminar I. I simply didn't have the time to do the projects. And when I did have time, I spent it all on Advanced Shakespeare and Politics of Porn. (Which actually resulted in A- for both classes, thank god.)
Then there was the roommate situation. EVERYBODY arguing with each other. No one was happy it seemed. I spent a lot more time with Andrea, for she had a real and legitimate reason to be upset and frankly a wreck for the last months living at 707 Mole St.
Don't even get me started on the fact that the bedbugs came back, leaving me sleeping on the couch for the last month living there. Or make that hardly sleeping on the couch, considering I couldn't get to sleep for fear they were downstairs as well. It sucked not having my own room anymore.
So with that, the fact that tuition went up this year, and how after three years I'm still unsure of what I want to do, I've decided to take the semester off. I mean, I don't want to spend my money on something I'm unsure about.
I'm going to be spending this fall working non stop to raise money for school in the spring. I'm also going to take time to travel, see some of the world.
Holy fuck I'm dying to go to Paris.
Since middle school, I've always wanted Paris. Always on my mind was Paris Paris Paris Paris. Get to Paris. Find a way. Just go.
I know I'm going to get people telling me it's not all it's cracked up to be. But frankly, I could give a damn about what others would say.
I want to fall in love with photography again in one of the cities that regards its artists as saints. A city that takes its food and wine seriously. A city that is fiercely passionate about living and life. A city that appreciates beauty. Aesthetics.
So that's my plan. Make money. Go to Paris.