Well, for starters, my computer has changed along with my editing programs or lack there of. My grammar usage has also improved exponentially, which is to say I am not only literate, but competent. Musical taste has morphed and has become better with age. The people with whom I spend my days with, and who love me, are more different then I could have previously imagined. Lifes been hilarious in that familiar, non-comical sort of way. My goals, dreams, and expectations have altered. Sophie is gone. My art and photography have changed, grown.
What has remained the same? I sleep like an insomniac and am competitive enough for three people. I still eat Chinese food as a main part to my food pyramid, along with Italian, fruit, and cereal. And pinnacoladas. I have a special place in my heart for Deepcreek and New York. I still love new people and talk to strangers. I laugh like a 10 year old and get way too excited when we get to play racket sports in gym. My confidence has changed into something new, but it has the same potency.
And somewhere in all of that I, the stubborn, changed as well. Ive been a photographer for 4 years now but an artist for 18. Ive never seen myself truly in any other profession then a creative one. Except of course for the elusive secrete agent (still entirely possible). My life has led me to become a professional photojournalist and possible anthropologist. This April, I am going to a workshop with the end-all-be-all National Geographic. In the summer, Ill hopefully have a job or internship set up (they seem impossible to attain). By August, Ill be in college, with another new comp laptop. And with each experience my skills and I will grow. Ill surely get older, right? Its bound to happen one might say? Somehow I think not, I will get younger, more experienced with a younger soul.











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Such seductive silent wine hop scotch trigger
i loved it so much
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"we belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us.
we don't even belong to each other.."
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