when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year...

in light of thursday's haphazard events (ah, scheduling stress-hub. i hate being the person who's in charge!), today's even better. my film was due wednesday, but i had to shoot wednesday after school and then thursday after school too. MT gave me an extention to monday to have it developed. perfect. photo shoot during class and then develop after school. well, i pull my models out as fourth starts and we head to the studio. however, it took my studio partner the entire time to do her work and i didn't even start shooting till the bell had rung. i matched the readout of my camera with the digital and we shot, finishing in an hour. not bad. so i develop and when the moment of truth arrives, there was weaping and whaleing and nashvilling teeth. the strobe was out of sink with the shutter. i get the last milimeter of each picture. the other pictures were all fine, just the studio shots were messed up. so i have to REdo the Entire shoot. it's so good that i can go do it during the UBSCT tests this week, or somebody would die.
--if i can get my scanner to be somewhat functional, i will scan a neg or two and post them.--

omphaloskepsis

n : contemplation of one's navel

creativity

i really have the urge to do this creative-like, but there's no possible way. all i can think of is a frog (or penguin) in a tutu. he wasn't even there. but it makes a sillier picture than the ocelot does. maya needs an animal. something, well, maya-ish.

i'm a semi-poetic type. it comes from reading too much lewis carroll, and growing up in an anti social family of ocd nerds. the end result: beatnik poetry night! can't you see it? the little theatre, a stool in the far corner, with a light illumiating the dusky orator. round tables scatter the floor and the room is heavy with dark purple light. ah. it's there! we can do it!

i think that keeping a straight face throughout will be the hardest. let's see if i can come up with a good improv poem for the tigerline interpretive dance advertizement.

the deepest shadows of my soul are here exposed...

the twenty-fifth! the twenty-fifth!
the english world starts to shift!
not in d hall, nor in c
the main office is where you want to be

the dateless dude shall lose his woe
bring her to the theatre,
his beatnik side begin to show,
and with his words entreat her.

come one, come others and move it to the beat-nik

with the macarena in the foreground? yeah, it'll be good.i need feedback tough. i really want to write a real poem now. i'll see what i can do. chow all.

my soldier hollow

we went tubing for mutual tonight. it was a lot of fun, and i'm tired, so i'll make it short and sweet.
i don't know if it's the snow, or the dark, the cold, or what, but i always find myself a little lonely in winter. dangerous place to be. mavis will soon just be rolling her eyes and saying i'm weird. and yeah, it's silly, but i sometimes want a boy. the stars were really pretty and i wanted to share it with someone. plus, holding hands when you're all bundled up and your nose is cold is the best.
i need to go to bed. tired.

f-stop blues

i have a problem with drawing. how do you reach to someone sitting you down and saying, "draw!"? draw what?! you think. well, at least i do. that's why, for me, my artistic medium of choice is photography. you have visual stimui up to wazzu everywhere around you. rearrange it a little and snap the shutter. the problem comes when we go into a studio. then you end up straight back at the blank piece of paper. i have...2 ideas in the studio. period. and i have to do all the light figuring. i think that i have my models though! i was puzzling over them all day today. people tend to give you funny looks when you stare at their hand to see if they are the right kind of masculine, or at their hair and face for contrast and texture. it doesn't help if you tend to mutter to yourself.
one thing that's fun though, if i can ever get the models and a car, is i have a bunch of library photos in my head. i just need to rent a 6 year old and pry the car away from my mom for a couple hours. the assignment is due thursday. i'm doomed.

ss part two!

i love how i've taken years of health and nutrition classes, and got the highest score in the class on the state test for foods, but i'm a terrible eater. today is a great example: i woke up for ballroom and had an instant breakfast as (as always) i was running a little bit late. what can i say? being warm in my covers bears more appeal that strapping on high heels and "dancing" with my brother. anyway, so i forgot to refill my locker at semester and it was utterly barren. by third period i was Ready to eat, but i had to fasten a pillow to my friend's chest and use defribulators on a manaquin. the same applied after school, so i crawled to my car around 3, not having eaten for around 9 hours (and an instant breakfast provides such a stable beginning in the first place). i ate a piece of bread, some water, and took a nap till five. then i really did eat! i made a ramen sandwich: scalded noodles with two eggs, the seasoning, milk, cheese and pepperoni, fried into a brick of...stuff. mmmm, pure genius. some milk and juice on the side, and it's a meal for two! except..only for one hungry me. we were having orange death for dinner, so i had more milk. i think that i've had some more food since then, but i don't remember what. so: 4 servings bread, 2 1/2 meat, lots of dairy, and some sugary fruit juice. mostly lumped in the middle of the day. gotta love being a teenager. HaHaA!

starving student

being the odd duck of the laurals class, everyone else is headed to full time college next year but me. so this week's activity was a budgeting lesson with an emphasis on buying food. it was really good. we got out the newspaper with the stores that are next to the byu and scavenged for what we would need to survive. then we went to the store and price checked. all the food to live for a day cost about 24-27 dollars. But, there was a bunch of food left over. so we estimated the food that we would need for about week, and then for a month. eighty to a hundred dollars for food every month. me, i've found that i really like potatoes, eggs, and cereal - versatile, tasty and cheap. plus, you got a free gallon of milk with three boxes of cereal. add some fruits and veggies, raid the condiment stands of your local fast food joints, and you're set. luckily, this starving student will can at home, with no rent, and food payed for, and hopefully a Good scholarship, and i can learn how to use the bus. sewiouswy fowks, it's da best.

January

the bluebird slowly uncurled from her nap and shivered, mussing her nest and ruffling her feathers. though midwinter, the weather had an autumnal aire, and for several moments the bird was greatly confused as to where and when she was. as her eyes and mind began to focus she remembered and considered going back to sleep. normally she would have already migrated, but after an early primary frost, the snow remelted and the temperature rose, sending the season back a notch where it had since remained. instinct left no indication to the bird as to what the proper course of action was in the situation, making her often in a somewhat confused and erratic state of limbo. for a moment she lingered where she was, letting the wind to wash through her small body. finally, she allowed herself to be swept up in the current, futilely searching for energy within the dimming sunlight.


yeah, i know. it's not my fault i'm geothermically dependant. actually, considering how bad the weather is messing with me, i'm fairly stable. i miss knowing what i'm supposed to be doing with myself. i really miss the sun. i'd better stop before i'm spurred to poetic expression.