Hello hello hello~ It’s been a while, hasn’t it? As you might have guessed, I’m starting up these 4 x This Week posts again. Woot.
Unfortunately, however, it’s not going to be very exciting this time around. Or particularly long. Why? Well, young audience members of mine: it’s 11:43 p.m., I’m sleepy, I’ve been babysitting the members of my class project group all week, life is fluctuating between yay and meh and dear God no (but mostly the last two), and if I write too much right now I might accidentally flood you with all my pent-up anguish.
All right, all right, I’m just bein’ dramatic.
I miss winter so, so much. And autumn. Typically it’s just about missing the cold air, or raindrops—crunchy leaves, cups of tea. I’m also a big fan of soup, which isn’t really a summer food.
But this time around it’s different. Why? Because this is the last winter I get to spend in college. Which I like. And this summer I have to go home. Again. Do you remember what happened last summer when I went home? If you don’t, there’s a 4x post about it.
It wasn’t fun.
Cue existential dread.
My friend and I were doing a photoshoot this past weekend (we’ve been doing a lot of them recently, I realize)—I take the shots, usually. It’s fun, and I could always use some extra practice behind the lens.
But you know what makes me really happy as a photographer? Window lighting. So gorgeous. So dramatic. It makes me look more pro than I actually am.
I also like bricks. Bricks are a fun background.
I am a 22-year-old adult in college, and you know what scares me the most?
Professor: “Get into groups.”
Me: *looks around* *sweats*
On the bright side, the writing’s going well. Sometimes I wonder if I write better when I’m really stressed. Because my characters are usually pretty stressed. So I probably write their stress better when I am also stressed.
That’s it for this week, I guess. Nothing too fancy.
I’m going to try to establish these as a Monday thing. Maybe Tuesday? Still deliberating on that one. But I’ll try to be cheerier next week… probably.