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So, I'm not really into this whole new layout thing. It makes it easier for people to be all up in eachothers' business. I'm not really down with that. I am quite secretive. I like my privacy and my secrets. On a more postive note, I am doing so much more work in the darkroom. It is very cathartic for me, almost like crying. I have been doing alot of that lately as well but we'll save that for another day. Anyway, spending hours and hours and i mean like 10 plus hours or more in the darkroom at once makes everything better for me. That is if things are going well and no one is in there to bother me and I can turn down all the safe lights and blast my music and just print. It is wonderful. So needless to say I have gotten alot of work done and should be having a show in the school gallery soon. Last year my photo teacher said he had a good feeling that i would be exhibiting outside of school and selling prints well before i graduated. We are working on it. Two weeks left in the semester. I can say that I definately want to get out of hee but I don't neccesarily want to be home either. I know where I want to be. Now for a poem:

This is to Let You Know

This is to let you know
That there was no moon last night
And that the tide was high
And that on the broken horizon glimmered the lights of ships
Twenty at least, like a sedate procession passing by.

This is to let you know
That when I'd turned out the lamp
And in the dark I lay
That suddenly piercing loneliness, like a knife,
Twisted my heart, for you were such a long long way away

This is to let you know
That there are no English words
That could ever explain
How, quite without warning, lovingly you were here
Holding me close, smoothing away the idiotic pain.

This is to let you know
That all that I feel for you
Can never wholly go.
I love you and miss you, even two hours away,
With all my heart. This is to let you know.

- Noel Coward -