*randomly gets email from Teen Ink saying a photograph I submitted a couple years ago has been chosen for publication in their print magazine*
*has absolutely no idea what this means*
…they didn’t sound too excited about the fact…am I supposed to get something out of this? You know, a present, a copy of the magazine it will be published in, congratulations? A pat on the back? A high-five? A friendly smile? At least just some sort of…half-civil…nod…? No…? Ok…
But yay for me.
Em, a picture I took of you is now going to be in a magazine that will apparently be viewed by half a million subscribers.
Hah. You’re famous.
Personally, I think it’s a pretty rotten photo. Not because of my subject (*angelic smile in the direction of Sister Dearest*). Because of my un-knowledge of photographic-ness-es. The photo is this one.
I’m weirded out by Teen Ink…Always kinda have been…huh. Whadaya know. I guess I’m just awesome.
Yea. That must be it.