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Sigh...
I don't know why, but these last few weeks have been terrible for me. I guess I better start from the top of the list... <span id="test30923511">. . .</span><br/><div id="post30923511" style="display:none; margin-right:75px;">
Ok. Well, to start off with, I collapsed at college. Completely blacked out. This was at 10am. I didn't wake up until 11pm at home, in my bed. At first I didn't know what the heck, I didn't know the date, the time, where I was, what had happened, if it had been a dream etc, all I knew was [after about ten minutes of getting my mind in check], I was in my bed, Ollie the Chihuahua cuddled into my side whimpering and my cat being a b***h on the clothes pile of doom.
Mum wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but I had a sinking suspicion it was bad by the way she kept giving me a worried look everytime I stopped for something, like I was gonna pass out again. So seeing as she refused to tell me I went and saw my local doc. And he told me straight.
I am aniemic. I don't even know if I spelt that right. Is that right? o-o No it's not it's Anaemic I just looked it up. Gotta love having a Word document open all the time.
Anyway. I don't know why mum didn't tell me, but I picked up a sheit load of pills and mum got a lot of tuna stocked up, along with beef and eggs and shizz. Seriously home made beef lasagne is munch, you gotta try mine I put extra cheese on.
According to my doctor, my iron levels are way too low, about 1/5 of what they should be. He said it could be fatel if they go any lower, so I've been eating a lot of tuna and eggs to keep it up.
I hate being anaemic. I'm outta shape as it is, but now I get even more breathless, I'm constantly exhausted, heck even walking up to the Londis is tiring now and it's literally across the road. I'm also much paler then I was, honestly it's getting really annoying having old ladies asking if I'm ok.
Ok thats the first thing. Heres the next.
I had an interview for a university. I really wanted to go to this uni, honestly I love it there I wanna study my degree in photography there!
Problem is, I've never in my life had an interview. I've never had a job because the area I live in is full of ageist prickheads who won't hire an 18 year old because of the teenage 'reputation' that some anti-social hooded chavs have set for us.
So, I didn't know what to expect! I had the stress of getting an A2 portfolio together in the space of a few days, work had to be printed, I had to stay omegaly late at college for the printer to finish because it's old and s**t, then I had to mount it straight which didn't happen [e.e I fail at mounting], THEN I ran outta frickin white mounting card so the images that should be on white are on black and I didn't finish mounting all the things until the night before! ><
Not only that, they wern't in my eyes my best images! My teacher picked them, only to have said before that you should only put in pictures that you can talk about. I couldn't talk about hardly any of them! I mean come on two of them were holiday snaps I just took for the hell of taking a picture!
Sooo, I went to the interview. Not only did it snow so everything was rushed, I also had to go to on the campus tour and to a lecture about my course, both of which I had done before. Then came the dreaded interview...
At first it was supposed to be a 1:1 interview, but because they were rushing I had to be put in with 4 other people. We all were asked questions, but she wasn't really bothered with my answers, then we had to pick 1 piece we liked from our portfolios.
Might I just add in here, she said we were supposed to bring 5 images, I brought 10 and I liked most of them. So it was difficult for me. Not only that, I also realised that Tom had printed the wrong image of what I wanted to use, so the one I had was completely out of focus!
I chose it anyway, because my 911 tribute picture in my eyes just showed I know how to use photoshop, as did the Toilets, tree and skegness hallway pics. And seeing as we had to talk about it, that cast out my Liquid Emusion finals and my darkroom final.
I don't think she liked it though. She hardly listened to what I was saying, just nodded and 'mhmm'd' all the way through before finally practically shoving it back into my hands and moving on. I really don't think she cared about my stuff at all, nor the answers I gave to the questions she asked.
Moving on, the last stress I'll tell you about is the sheer amount of college work I have piled up. I've been doing it when I can, but theres so much of it I'm overloaded! [Not in a TF smex way either]. Off the top of my head, I know I have a power point presentation on my 'Signs of the Times' work to complete, but to do that I need to take my final images for it which isn't happening because no one will help me! All they have to do is hold a frickin sign or write a secret on their hand and hold it up! That's it! >< It's not like I'm asking them to pose naked in the street!
Then theres the sheer amount of Darkroom stuff I gotta stick in, along with Statement of Intents to write, an FMP to plan, Stuff to research, a model release form I gotta get signed which I left at college [I fail] and a ton of other stuff!
So I'm gonna be pretty busy... and knowing me, I won't do it until the last day. The last day when I get a message at 11pm from my friend asking if I've done it all...
Meh, just another day in my life I guess. Well, at least I've sorted out my sig so now I don't get Devs or mods disabling it everytime I use it in the forums. I had to crop it even more =.= I dunno if it looks different but you can see the difference in the pictures.
Better go, I've wasted enough of your time. That, and it's 6:15am, I gotta rest I need to take my next pile of tablets in a few hours.
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 MadSam123 · Sun Feb 14, 2010 @ 06:15am · 0 Comments |
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