Home is the beach.
I took some stellar pictures, which are my first real photographer pictures. I've always been interested, I have never really took many photos. If I had a camera I'd wear it as a necklace - but I don't, so I don't. I have an eye for things that look visually attractive and interesting.. I think. I love writing with torches in a dark room though, if you know that trick you'll know what I mean.. If you don't I won't explain it. Anyway, I just spend the past hour trying to work out how to quiff my hair and how to make a messy ponytail. If you were like me, then just scoop your hair back into a low style ponytail, and then lift it up. Don't smooth out your hair, just tie it up from there. If you want a quiff.. its hard to explain.
Anyway, I really want to take a few pictures right now. I want to experiment with light. I want my own darn camera.
But what made the beach so rad, was that I was with a best friend. A musketeer. Haha, she's amazing, it was amazing. We got splashed in small little gulfy-bay-oversized-rockpool-thingies, and wrote in the sand, and poked anenenenomes.. I'm already bored with my ten days off. I want school. Anyway, I went to a bes-.. a frie-.. an ex friend's house today. It was.. okay? She's okay. She's coming round tomorrow as well. I can normally keep myself occupied but now I can't for some reason, hahah. We're not even meant to see each other because of swine flu, it's so stupid. Oh well..
xoxo
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