Don't put another down payment on the oil in Iran

Critique went well today.  I think my professor wanted to take a nap during my presentation...considering the dreamy atmosphere I was trying to create, I took that as a compliment.  

I re-downloaded The Unicorns album last night.  I miss sitting in my old apartment and singing their silly songs with my sister as she slaves away in the background on her sewing machines.  

Over the past few months I have managed to accidently loose a little weight.  Not entirely sure HOW I dropped down from 135 to 127 pounds.  Part of me thinks its the fact that I really just don't eat that much meat...or maybe its because I don't exactly cook myself anything.  *shrugs*  Whatever, I'll take it.

Also, the other day I found this amazing leather and fur vest at the famous Denton Thrift.  I feel so rock 'n roll when I pair it with some black skinnies and my brown-leather boots.  I'll take a picture of it sometime and show it to the 4 people who possibly read this blog.

The Good Ones

The wind blew into town yesterday, picking up the dust and leaves from all those times before.  It blew through my hair, crazy, and sticking particles of earth into my eyes.  But today the air is cool and the sun is warm.  The electric blue zenith above me seems to glow with an otherworldly aura. Today is good.  Things are good.  Things are never as bad as they seem, and the Good Ones are always there to pull me through.

I don't know what I want but I know the feelings creeping into my bones.

This was all an experiment gone horrible.  It's time for some refocusing on what is really important and realize that I can't dodge my responsibilities.  I guess I just miss you, and I guess I also have learned to love where I am.  

Alone at work

John took this photo of be before the portrait session in a park near his vanilla house.

As this is being type, I am sitting here alone in my boss's kitchen preparing to edit a photo-session we completed yesterday evening. Its just me, three grey hounds and a bowl full of pretzel sticks. I am resisting every urge to bust into his pantry and steal from the bag of fun-sized Halloween candies that he has been slowly working through. Yes, my life is THAT glamorous. Jealous?

Dear God its Halloween! Im confident that the night will provide me with plenty of interesting events and fun. Not sure if my costume is really up to par, but it is too late to back out now. The wig isn't quite right...ah well, everyone will be too drunk to really care.

Last Wednesday I went with Tatiana to get a black-and-white portrait of Salvidor Dali tattooed on her inner arm. She held my hand as the artists drilled the ink just below her armpit. She squirmed in her chair, yet managed to get through the ordeal dry-eyed. Braver than I for sure.

Soldier Jane

My photography professor has been out of order for almost two weeks now.  If I were any other punk-ass student I'd be happy...but it makes everyone upset that he has been so sick.  He is one of those professors that feels like your hippy uncle.  I certainly miss going to class seeing as how I pretty much have nothing else to do (well, I COULD be working on my projects...but the severe lack of a D-SLR is my excuse).  

A few fun factoids about me/my life

1.  I can't touch raw chicken. Its diseased.

2. My Alternative Processing professor looks like Bret McKinzey from Flight of the Concords

3.  People say my boyfriend looks a bit like Jemain from Flight of the Concords.  So, between my professor and boyfriend I have almost the entire cast playing out their lives before me.

4.  I probably own about 50 pairs of shoe.  Half of which are brown leather boots.

5.  I never get angry with my friends in the hopes that they will never nail me for being a flake sometimes.

6.  I'm double jointed in my elbows and can vibrate my eyeballs.

7.  I can't remember people's name for shit, so I just make up names for them and continue to call them that well after they have corrected me. Actually, that is something my dad does. Guess I can't fight genetics.  

8.  This sweater feels like its made of dog hair...that is probably why I found it at the thrift store for 2 dollars.

Oh how things change.

Cardigan--Goodwill

Shirt--Target

Skirt--Target

Scarf--Vintage

Boots--Goodwill

Tights--TJMaxx

Necklace--Thrifted

Life has gotten way more interesting for this blog.  Something inside me gave me the permission to go out and make new friends...I guess I was growing weary of waiting around for people to call me.  I never knew that this town held so many characters.  

Getting to know the boys of Denton a little better, they are actually not as bad as I initially thought.  The entire crew is adorable with their skinny jeans and coordinating mustaches.  Speaking of mustaches, I don't know why I find myself liking them so much.  They tend to fall in that same ironic category of fashion as wolf t-shirts and Members Only jackets.  But, I can be the bigger person and admit that I think its cute.

The other day Tat, her boyfriend, and their roommate Travis, and I did some heavy thrifting.  I pretty much bought my entire fall wardrobe and a piece of my Halloween costume (hint, it involves a *fake* mink coat).  Im wearing one of the oversized cardigans in the pics...

Oh and I saw The Virgin Suicides for the first time...don't judge, I don't ever buy movies.

The world has got me dizzy again

Too much drinking and playing darts with buddies.  Meeting friends of friends of friends. Telling everyone that I'm a photo major and its true that Lou Reed DOES know.  Full of smiles and silly hijinks, I think Albert and Jeff beat us at darts, but I'm surprisingly good for a novice.  Jacob says I have natural aim.  Sitting down after our defeat, talking politics to Albert.  I get the distinct impression that he thinks he knows more than he actually does.   Its alright, I don't really like him to start with...he seems arrogant.  Looking over my shoulder I see Brian and his roommate at the bar.  Surprised to see him there I rush up and give him a wallop on the shoulder.  Probably shouldn't have had that fifth beer.  He is wearing that Aerie Yearbook shirt from two years ago. Nerd.  Funny thing happen between Then and Now.  Tatiana calls, I tell her where I am and she says she is going to bed.  I hope she isn't upset with me.  She doesn't know how much I worry about offending her, I can't always treat her like my sister.  Something something, now we are all on the roof patio taking pictures with Brian.  Something something, Jacob and I happen to be dressed similarly.  Hunger hits and we are suddenly at Taco Cabana downing some flautas and chips.  Some stranger called me rude, and we don't why.  Whats next?  Watching Youtube videos of Disney movies, of course.  How come I am the only one who doesn't remember every word to these songs?  The Jungle Book is actually pretty racists.  And and I though you were talking about CELINE Dion, I didn't hear you say Selina.  Yeah yeah, biddy-biddy bom-bom, I remember that one. 

Do I remember listening to E.L.O that night? I think so.