Be yourself; everybody else is already taken.
Oscar Wilde
Photo 6 of 6 taken with manual focus on a Nikon d3000 from my photojournalism class at my high school.
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Photo 6 of 6 taken with manual focus on a Nikon d3000 from my photojournalism class at my high school.

Photo 5 of 6 taken on manual focus with a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photojournalism class at my high school. 
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Photo 5 of 6 taken on manual focus with a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photojournalism class at my high school. 

Photo 4 of 6 taken with a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photo journalism class at my high school. Shot on manual focus.
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Photo 4 of 6 taken with a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photo journalism class at my high school. Shot on manual focus.

Photo 3 of 6 taken at my high school using a Nikon d3000 from my photojournalism teacher at my high school. Manual Focus. It’s better. Harder, but more honest of a photo.
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Photo 3 of 6 taken at my high school using a Nikon d3000 from my photojournalism teacher at my high school. Manual Focus. It’s better. Harder, but more honest of a photo.

2 of 6 taken at my high school using manual focus on a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photojournalism class at my high school.
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2 of 6 taken at my high school using manual focus on a Nikon d3000 borrowed from my photojournalism class at my high school.

I took this at my high school, using my photo teachers set of Nikon d3000s. Manual Focus, 1 of 6.
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I took this at my high school, using my photo teachers set of Nikon d3000s. Manual Focus, 1 of 6.

Sad Day

So I did a survey online today, about being queer, and all I got was sucky wallpaper. Sad Day.

Why Etsy is Terrible

Don’t get me wrong, I love etsy.com, I really do. It is such a cool place. That’s the problem. I actually want to try to save money. I want my money to go to the Japan Trip my school is scheduling with EF. And it’s expensive. Etsy has cute and cheap stuff that you really want, and then it’s harder to save up. Grr.

What Makes My Day

I love it when you’re shopping, go to try something on, and feel like a million bucks in what you just put on. Even if your mother thinks you look trashy. Like, really trashy. It makes my day.

It also makes my day when you’re shopping and pretty women wink at you. That too.