Isabella's POV
Hours and hours of editing, but I wouldn't want to spend my Sunday any other day. I can't tell you how many times I've watched the video over and over to make sure each effect is right in place, the audio syncs with the video, nothing is left out, no clip is too long, and if it flows. It's exactly how I imagined it, honestly, go me. I did that shit. The video is nothing but flawless, with that I'm ready to post it.
"Hey guys my newest video is up, swipe up to see it! I'm very proud of it, thanks babes" That's good enough for my instagram story. As long as they watch it cause I'm obsessed with it myself so hopefully other people enjoy it. In the first hour of the video being up, I've been responding to all the sweet comments-they truly made my day. Like it's crazy how people actually enjoy things I make. What the fuck. Tell me that isn't insane.
All that very detailed work calls for some ice cream-my favorite is chocolate and caramel made with almond milk. My friends decided to have a group FaceTime to which I quickly answer because they're my favorite people. "Ayyyye what's up?" I ask in order to begin the conversation.
Not surprising at all, the conversation lasted for 3 hours. "Okay guys Ima knock the fuck out. Talk to y'all later." With that I take my ass to my bed and get myself comfortable. It's that time again, where I go on my phone and make sure I go through my instagram feed, liking posts from Billie, Ariana Grande, Zendaya, Wolfiecindy, and some other people I follow. Can't sleep without a few laughs from funny tweets from twitter and to end it all of, replying to comments on my look book.
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