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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-02-28 11:13 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-02-28 11:13 am
So.
What's the point of a scanner if it's just going to fuck the images up for you? Or what's the point of another scanner, if it simply won't work? Argh. Silly scanners. Errors are for hacks!
I'm not entirely sure what that meant, but just go with me, ok?
I got my Italy pictures back - well, one roll, at least, all from Verona. My, but it's a beautiful place. I'm actually quite proud of the pictures. Sadly, there are two pictures that just didn't come out at all, and they are, of course, of Juliet's balcony. Argh. Her statue came out, though, and I would have been pissed if it hadn't - oh, the TIME that it took for me to take that ONE shot of her, with the entire group of Japanese tourists running up to her, in pairs, taking pictures with their hands on her boobs. Why, God, why?! I had to wait for approximately ten minutes before they'd all paid their, er, homage and left. *sigh*
What I'd say to my 6 year old self:
No, you're not missing anything, school really is that easy. Sit back and wait for it to get harder. In five years, it most certainly will. Keep drawing.
What I'd say to my 10 year old self:
Memorize every crack on every pavement, remember your street, remember your walks, remember your school and your favorite stationery store, because you'll never see them again. And don't even try to hide out in the woods, you'd never make it.
What I'd say to my 11 year old self:
Buck up, kid. You're in for a long one. Yes, they tease you because you can't talk back yet. Just wait a few years, and you'll speak English perfectly. Watch out for the foot - you're about to land in snow. *wince*
What I'd say to my 14 year old self:
Don't listen to them talk about her that way. But soon you won't, and she'll be all yours for the next lifetime. Oh, and stop crying. Girls are pretty, too, yes, and that's OK for you to realize.
What I'd say to my 17 year old self:
I know you want to go to NYU, but stop burying your head in the sand. You can't afford it. So, don't even try. Don't give up singing, you friggin' tool.
What I'd say to my 19 year old self:
Get that application in on time. Good girl. Now get - the fuck - out.
You are artistic, a bit whimsical, and less iconic
than the train on the other side of the Park.
Others may see you as an odd conglomeration of
new and old-fashioned ideas, but you realize
that's part of your charm.
Which New York City subway line are you?
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Yay, I'm a NYC subway line!
I'm not entirely sure what that meant, but just go with me, ok?
I got my Italy pictures back - well, one roll, at least, all from Verona. My, but it's a beautiful place. I'm actually quite proud of the pictures. Sadly, there are two pictures that just didn't come out at all, and they are, of course, of Juliet's balcony. Argh. Her statue came out, though, and I would have been pissed if it hadn't - oh, the TIME that it took for me to take that ONE shot of her, with the entire group of Japanese tourists running up to her, in pairs, taking pictures with their hands on her boobs. Why, God, why?! I had to wait for approximately ten minutes before they'd all paid their, er, homage and left. *sigh*
What I'd say to my 6 year old self:
No, you're not missing anything, school really is that easy. Sit back and wait for it to get harder. In five years, it most certainly will. Keep drawing.
What I'd say to my 10 year old self:
Memorize every crack on every pavement, remember your street, remember your walks, remember your school and your favorite stationery store, because you'll never see them again. And don't even try to hide out in the woods, you'd never make it.
What I'd say to my 11 year old self:
Buck up, kid. You're in for a long one. Yes, they tease you because you can't talk back yet. Just wait a few years, and you'll speak English perfectly. Watch out for the foot - you're about to land in snow. *wince*
What I'd say to my 14 year old self:
Don't listen to them talk about her that way. But soon you won't, and she'll be all yours for the next lifetime. Oh, and stop crying. Girls are pretty, too, yes, and that's OK for you to realize.
What I'd say to my 17 year old self:
I know you want to go to NYU, but stop burying your head in the sand. You can't afford it. So, don't even try. Don't give up singing, you friggin' tool.
What I'd say to my 19 year old self:
Get that application in on time. Good girl. Now get - the fuck - out.
You are artistic, a bit whimsical, and less iconic
than the train on the other side of the Park.
Others may see you as an odd conglomeration of
new and old-fashioned ideas, but you realize
that's part of your charm.
Which New York City subway line are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Yay, I'm a NYC subway line!