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I haven’t felt sexy in so long. My body feels small, frail and unappealing, and I hate it when that happens. Tonight I switched the lights, unscrewing the bright white auras of electricity and slipping in a red bulb. My room glows with sex now, oozing hotness. After beginning the red light sessions, I added a blue and green bulb to my collection. The dim neons definitely put me in the mood for that kinda lurve.

I’ve been painstakingly sorting through the best of my photos in order to compose some kind of portfolio that I can cart along with me to university interviews. The process is so testing — to have some self-belief in your work, and to actually believe that it is good, is appearing difficult. I’m tempted to hand the arduous task over to someone else and let them decide, select and pay for the portfolio creation. Most of my stuff is digital (or film turned digital) and at almost £2 a print, that’s a hefty price to pay when you’ve got thirty or so photos to splash out for. Remember - I am only a student.

Catherine and I have secured a holiday for ourselves shortly after we receive our a level results. A media resit of mine was marked and stamped with an A grade, pushing that disgusting D I underachieved last year to a pleasing B. That leaves me with an A (photography), and three Bs. Despite everyone else’s lack of congratulations, I am pleased in myself to have achieved educational bliss even through the many ups and downs I have seemingly warded off so far. Huzzah for me!

I have nothing to say about this current war. That is, apart from the protests making good opportunities to take photos. Which is all I really care about, to be honest.