Found: 'Euston Road, London' @ Polaroid Of The Day

So, I've been having the conversation for days now with various people about our photography class. It's agreed that for this past week and a half, we're either doing school or doing photo. Because we can't do both. Because we either have to devote all of our time to being in the darkroom or being in the classroom. I've chosen darkness, personally.

See, I was looking through what I've accumulated for the past odd month or so and I'm proud, mostly. But the problem is is that I haven't had time to praise myself on my work but I've somehow made time to critique myself against everyone else's work and concentration and talent. So, I think if I'm spending every moment in the darkroom
kissing my enlarger instead of my books,
[honestly, I'd most like to be kissing boys]
I should at least stand back at the end of today and pat myself on the back.

But I won't. Because I've got to go early for recycling, the only true time Alyssa and I can catch up, which is ridiculous, and then I've got "review" for finals, yeah right, and then I've got more photo. My dad said to me last night that I should be happy that I get to spend that much time on doing something I love. What's that repetitious lyric? 'I don't hate you but I really, really, really don't like you?' Yeah. I'm frustrated. But I guess if it's what I love, right?

I need a pat on the back from someone besides me and my chemically licked hands.

"Spending 9:45-3 is all day in the darkroom"
"Yeah, but how cool would THAT be? All DAY in here?"
"You're right..I always come in here when I'm having a bad day"


I think that's when we turn true..when we come to the darkroom to get out of the light of day.. when we go hide out in there just for some solace.
I love you but I've chosen darkness.