seventeen

I'm apparently a big fan of bar hopping and not eating enough before drinking. I'm also a big fan of meeting new people and having them dance with me.


Oh, yeah, I have a job now. I'm more excited about it then I'm currently letting on.

sixteen

I spent all afternoon in the dark room. I managed to finish five prints. The due date has been pushed back until Thursday though, so assuming I'm not spending Tuesday in jury duty I should be able to finish the last one and spot them on time. I'm not use to turning in work of this standard. My prints are usually covered in dust and later put away in a box. I might actually end up with a portfolio to submit when I apply to schools in a few months. I'm still incredibly unsure of myself and my work. Thankfully, the more time I spend in this class or working on prints, the more ideas I come up with and the more I want to shoot. It throws me off, just how excited I get. I don't want it to go away.

fifteen

Dear writers of Lost,

Thank you for completely fucking with my head. You're truly brilliant.

Love,

Erika

fourteen

Last night, I made a giant cupcake for the wife's birthday. She was sleeping at the foot of the bed when midnight hit. It was fun surprising her.

I'm currently skipping math class and missing the weekly Wednesday quiz to catch up on homework for earth science. Kind of a vicious cycle I hope I don't keep.

I have an odd urge to watch Ghost and wish I had a large cup of coffee.

I have to get things done. I have class at 3 something and then the lost/birthday party starts at 8. Why don't I feel busy enough?

Time for cereal and getting started. Happy Birthday loved ones.

thirteen

I woke up this morning when I rationalized how unlikely it was that Hugh Laurie (as House) was actually soliciting me for oral sex.

twelve

I have jury duty, one week from tomorrow. Gross.

I should probably be out taking photos but he slept over last night and I've decided to watch Harry Potter with him instead.

I need to remember to buy pepper spray sometime in the near future. Between getting out of class when it's dark and going to the bar with any sort of skin showing, I'm apparently asking for trouble.

twelve

I wish I could pull off dressing like a foreigner. I don't think I have the courage to be that bold.

eleven

The Brideshead Revisited score is wonderful. Some of the piano parts make my heart do odd things. The movie isn't too shabby either. I think I might watch it again before returning it.

I may also pull a very late night photo run. Who would have thought that the one roll I was certain I had no idea what I was doing with would turn out the best?! I'm very excited to shoot some more night shots. Especially considering the other three didn't turn out as well as I was hoping.

Coffee would be nice too. Mmmm. Coffee.

ten

It's very exciting to have someone who (though in the same class as me) is what I would consider a much more skilled photographer/editor than me stop me to tell me he really liked my work.

I'm pretty sure I stuttered my thank you. I was slightly floored.

nine

My car is currently missing a front end (3/4 of one at least), my white shirt is currently 1/5 purple and smells like juice and I'm missing part of my right thumb nail.

There needs to be a new term for someone like me because klutz and accident prone just aren't cutting it.

In other news, 4 8 15 16 23 42.

=)

eight

I spent my morning attempting to get ready for class but mostly distracted by the inauguration.

I'm ecstatic. That is all.

Oh, I lied, that is not all. Class was cancelled. I'm free until two which basically just means I'll be at the park reading. Today is a going to be a good fucking day.

seven

It's almost time to gather my things and get bundled up. I haven't really tried many night shots, not with my cannon. I need one more roll of film, so here goes nothing. I really hope these turn out. The first two rolls I'm fairly confident will turn out decently. Assuming of course that I haven't managed to forget how to develop them. Point being, I'm sort of nervous about these last two rolls. I know I haven't even shot one of them yet but I can't be certain I know what I'm doing and it makes me nervous. I already panic when I'm forced to show my finished work to people who aren't my close friends and now I have to show my unfinished contact sheets to a room full of peers. Crap.

six

Photography. I'm really excited for this class. I'm finally able to shoot whatever I want. Not that I couldn't before but this is complete free rein. I'm going to be required to put some real effort into the outcome of these photos. Time to brush up on my spotting technique. If nothing else, I'll get in some solid hours of listening to new music. It doesn't hurt that I'm excited about the rolls of film I'm getting done. It's turning into an odd cataloging of friends. I hope they turn out well. I've been taking them in a bit of a hurry.

Mmm, caffeine.

five

It's about that time.

four

November 4th, 2008

If you're over 18 and live in the United States but don't take the time to vote intelligently (or at all) I cannot associate with you.


How hard is it to look up the facts?

three

I've been listening to my rainy day mix with the sun shining through my window. It's incredibly calming and energizing all at the same time. I haven't been this motivated in what seems like years.

two

My heavy head is full of debris. Sometimes I wish this city would sink in the sea. Because even when I find the love, it's fake. And everything I want to touch would break. In some strange way, it's like you're never there. You just float by, crawling in the air. I've been so tired. I can barely breath. Open your eyes once and try to see. This skeleton town, with snakes in the grass. Where every single breath you take might be your last. And even when you find the love, it's fake. And everything you try to touch will break. Our crooked feet, burn up the street. And every time we're passing by, you feel the heat of 50,000 burning souls asleep. There's 50,000 crying out to me. So don't say you'll see me.

one

I am a big fan of small adventures.

I've had this really great penguin shaped kite hanging out in my closet for months; almost long enough to say years. Today, it finally felt wind under its tiny wings (fins?). It was kind of wonderful. The sun was shining, it was the perfect temperature and the wind was friendly. It may have only lasted an hour but it was the most fun I've had in weeks.

I have a strange longing to watch peter pan.