I'm 16 Years Old Again, Awkward and Shy and Unsure of Myself.

"I'm going to give you a new word, write about it." Perfect.

I come from Sullivan County, New York. Yup, where Woodstock was held in '69. Yup, a tourist trap near the Catskill mountains. I was a pretty happy kid growing up and turned into a pretty cynical, introverted person, but I can't give up on studying people. Of all of the interesting things in the world, right? I think people generally suck. I'm a pessimistic defeatist who tries to be optimistic.
Everyone is poor where I'm from. The schooling is awful and I'd bet good money you won't find someone without a vice. So where does that put me?
In this room in Rochester in a class that I'm not even enrolled in because I don't have the money to stay. Needless to say, back story is important.

So who am I? What do I want to do? Do I believe in altruism?

I want to believe that people are good. I don't know if I want to be a photographer. I want to experience life. Photographs are a way to make memories.
If I can share memories, I think I'll be in a good place.

I don't hate everybody, but I really don't like a lot of people. And there are gems out there. I want to meet with them and work with them and learn.
I don't know that I'm answering a question at all, much less answering it correctly.
But my life is at a crossroads. Educationally, intellectually and artistically. I thought I knew who I was and sometimes I find myself second-guessing.

My name is Rebecca Werkmeister and I hate tourists.
I love noticing peoples' habits but I can't interact very well.


I've been told that when I learn to perceive myself correctly that everything else will follow.

Some things truly do run in the family.

"I'm tireddddddddddd."
"So go to bed?"
"I don't want toooooooooo."
"Make coffee?"
"Ohhhh. That's a good idea! ... my knees hurt."
"Because you're so tall."
"Yeah... coffee... coffee fixes everything!"

Like the stutter I get when my anxiety is bad.
Like the sense of humour I have.
Like my sleeping patterns.
Like the fondness for photographs and for art, in general.
Like coffee at late hours of the night.

I don't remember much. I just remember thinking that maybe this is who I want to be.

Fuckkkk

clearly this is a product of cross breeding. it's like computer aids
desktops (< / 3) laptops
we need to put a ban on this

[- B M Latimer]

My computer had a shitty week.

A very interesting question was posed to me tonight.
Something has to come from it.

How do you account for missing an 8am class due to anxiety attacks ahead of time?

I Hope To See My Sister Married Off to A Smart Man.

xxelmo0265xx: heyy were r u ??
MissyAnn95x: Rooomage.
xxelmo0265xx: oh doi wat lookin at da magizine???
MissyAnn95x: ....way to not speak English
xxelmo0265xx: oh **doin **dat
MissyAnn95x: You're still not peaking English.
And no i'm not looking at the magazine I already did.
I'm on the computer (obviously)
xxelmo0265xx: oh shut up
xxelmo0265xx: peaking isnt english either
MissyAnn95x: Yeah but that was just a typo.
MissyAnn95x:Dat, Wat, and Da were not typos.
xxelmo0265xx: da was
MissyAnn95x: No, it wasn't.
You meant "the" but instead you wrote "da"