I have a confession to make.
("Can I tell you a secret?" ... "No." ... "Ok, here goes...I'veneveractuallybuiltatentbefore. There. I said it.")
I have already failed my 365 Project. I know, I know. I am sorry. But I have a very good excuse! I took a trip to Aberdeen and I was enjoying myself way too much to even THINK about photos. Yes, that's possible. And it happened. I had good subjects and things to shoot, but I just didn't. I wanted to be ME and not "me hiding behind a camera" ...So, oh well. I missed three days. Big whoop.
...Wait, that's not true. Once I missed those three days, I kind of stopped altogether. I've missed lots of days. More like five. Terrible.
And, to be completely honest, the photos I've taken since the beginning have been pretty lame. But I will still reveal them. Because you guys are awesome and like to see them, even when they stink. Thanks for that.
Here's a few...
|4/365 - This is what happens when I pack my weekend bag the night before I leave. Giant mess. But, trust me, there is some sort of organization here. I feel like this should be in an I Spy book. (Speaking of, who can spot my "horsey blankie?")|
|6/365 - Here's Ashley and Jack. The only picture I took all weekend. And it's from my cell phone, which is why it looks terrible. But Jack is the coolest cat in the world, so it makes up for it.|
Today was my last day at the museum. We've been working on closing the place up and getting it all ready for doing nothing and seeing nobody during the winter months. So all the sculptures are covered up and they look like Halloween ghosts. Yeah, It freaks me out a little.
So anyway. Now I'm pretty much jobless. Unless you count the part-time laundry-folding business. Feeling a little overwhelmed with the job hunt. I feel under-qualified and inexperienced and all that