This is not kiddie porn.

I swear.

My creative juices have not been flowing properly lately. What do you call 'writers block' for photographers? Photo block? I don't know if it's because I'm stressed out beyond belief, knowing I only have less than 2 weeks to finish all of my final projects and portfolios, or if I'm just genuinely lacking originality, which never really seems to happen to me. I hate doings things just to do them. I want to do them and make them amazing. 

This was for an assignment called "Skin." Me, Ryan, Stevin and Mike were up until 6 in the AM, for no particular reason, seeing as we were all stone cold sober. Half delirious, we stumbled around my apartment complex, found a stack of phone books, and ripped them apart. I'm not really sure what gave me this idea. The final result totally and completely looks like child porn. I guess it's the superman undies. But Mike is 20.

I have so much shit to do, I just don't know where to start or how to begin. Simple stuff: laundry, christmas shopping, organizing my apartment. And buying more photo paper and portfolios, putting them together. Assignments in which I have absolutely no idea what I will shoot. Finding an assistant job for winter break, which I need need need to do, not only for money, but for my resume. My resume right now is so pathetic I can hardly even look at it. 

I have such conflicting emotions right now, it's driving me up the wall. I absolutely hate being alone for too long, but at the same time, there is a very good reason why I don't have a roommate. I'm not sure how I could go about having company, and having my privacy at the same time. Maybe it's because my apartment is so tiny, I have nowhere to hide. I don't know. Maybe it just has to do with respect. Blah blah blah.

I have to go buy draino. My sink and shower are both clogged, due to all the showers and shaves happening here. I'm going to keep putting off doing my laundry until I have nothing left to wear. Which will be tomorrow, actually. Gah.