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not excited for work tomorrow seeing as i have to work from 7 in the morning to 9 at night watching kids run around a track field.
but hey, free food tomorrow (:
hopefully there's meat.
one thing i never understood when working at the regional wrestling competition: NO MEAT WAS SERVED.
i mean you have a whole bunch of muscled men who just got done dancing their butt off on the mat, at least fifteen overweight reffs, fathers who are "used to be" wrestlers and screaming coaches.
but no meat.
salads instead.
what the hell is this? New York? ( just kidding (: )
but seriously. that irritated me so much.
that and i'm short enough to look like one of the kids, and not like someone who was actually working there.
so the "food guards" at the food kept stopping me saying,
"I don't think the kid's of the wrestling families aren't allowed in here until the rest of staff has had a chance to eat, but good try"
oh i'm sorry, i thought they didn't let incompetent people, who obviously cannot read "ATHLETIC TRAINER" on the front and back of my obnoxiously coloured yellow shirt, watch the door to a room filled with really crappy food. but apparently i'm not the only person who's wrong here.
it's actually a lot of fun. these are just the parts that make it not so fun a good .5% of the time.
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on another note, my day was good (:
i can't wait to graduate.
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beastyly (:
but hey, free food tomorrow (:
hopefully there's meat.
one thing i never understood when working at the regional wrestling competition: NO MEAT WAS SERVED.
i mean you have a whole bunch of muscled men who just got done dancing their butt off on the mat, at least fifteen overweight reffs, fathers who are "used to be" wrestlers and screaming coaches.
but no meat.
salads instead.
what the hell is this? New York? ( just kidding (: )
but seriously. that irritated me so much.
that and i'm short enough to look like one of the kids, and not like someone who was actually working there.
so the "food guards" at the food kept stopping me saying,
"I don't think the kid's of the wrestling families aren't allowed in here until the rest of staff has had a chance to eat, but good try"
oh i'm sorry, i thought they didn't let incompetent people, who obviously cannot read "ATHLETIC TRAINER" on the front and back of my obnoxiously coloured yellow shirt, watch the door to a room filled with really crappy food. but apparently i'm not the only person who's wrong here.
it's actually a lot of fun. these are just the parts that make it not so fun a good .5% of the time.
------------------
on another note, my day was good (:
i can't wait to graduate.
------------------
beastyly (:
foot fetishes.
Make me uncomfortable.
To everyone who has been sending me personal notes.
The answer is no.
My apologies, I very much appreciate the comments, thank you, they are lovely and I am grateful for the fact that you all have taken the time to comment my photos,
However,
I cannot take requests for pictures of my feet.
It does not seem ethical, it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable with the amounts of requests I have gotten and certain notes did not pertain to an appropriate measure.
I am a minor, so please respect my request.
Thank you.
Tumblr.
okay so obviously the new indie hipster goodwill child hunter fad is....
TUMBLR.
obviously because twitter wasn't enough so.
however, i've come to find it's so much easier to post photography on it,
and i can alter the page to fit my needs to showcase my photography.
and it even has spell check. bwahah.
so.
i really am trying to make up for the fact that i haven't been on here in two months consistently.
a lot of my photography is being posted so if any of you guys have a tumblr go check it out and see what stuff i've uploaded because it's a lot different from my usual stuff on here.
kristenleighphotography.tumblr.com is the url.
i
Today.
i can taste summer on the edge of my tongue.
i cannot wait.
today,
was crazy.
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