More Excuses

I have roughly an hour before I drive to Comeaux High School to inflict all manner of photographic horror on their unsuspecting basketball team. That's right, a year after my graduation from LSU with my hard-won creative writing BA, I'm photographing sports teams for Jeff Nemetz Photography. I know anyone reading this will already know that, but some things are just so completely wrong that they have to be restated every once in a while, lest they be accepted as normal whims of fate. Let it be known: I have not resigned myself to a lifetime of Abbeville and making barely enough money to pay my rent every month. Not that there's anything wrong with Abbeville, actually since I'm not in high school here anymore the place has rather grown on me. And it's not that I mind the studio, I gave up my boyfriend and my life in Baton Rouge to come back here and make it the best studio in the area again; plus, where else am I going to find a boss who will let me take three weeks off with some of his best camera equipment to photograph Scotland this summer? I think I can resign myself to not making as much money as any of my friends, as I discussed with Erik a few days ago, I might have to save for longer to make it happen, but when there's something I want to do I have the freedom to do it.

So that's what I've been doing, in this year I haven't been posting anything- taking advantage of the freedom I suddenly remembered I have. I watch nerdy, nerdy things on TV and stay up all night reading novels; I went to the New Kids on the Block concert last October; I'm taking belly dancing lessons in Lafayette; and in July I'm taking three weeks off to see my friends from Essex. I wasn't always so happy about living alone or the fact that most of my friends are an ocean away, while my terrible ex has our dog, all the video game consoles, and a new live-in girlfriend already...but when I realized what I was giving up in order to have him in my life, well it turns out it really wasn't much of a sacrifice. Plus, I have the freedom now to buy healthy food and keep the treadmill out in the middle of the living room without getting fussed at, so compared to the day he ended things I look amazingly hot. Relatively speaking, of course; we're still working on that one.

So I suppose the only thing left to do is to find some use for that degree. If I can work up the nerve to order around a dozen or so high school boys and produce pictures I'm not ashamed to sell to their mothers (something God never intended I should do, photographic talent is not handed down through the genes, let me tell you), then this should be easy. Best laid plans, though...would you like to know how many blogs I am now pretending to regularly author and update? Imagine me attempting to keep to some editors deadlines without taking to chain smoking and regular fits of hysterical sobbing. Actually, that sounds a lot like my last semester of fiction writing...