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|Saturday, December 27th, 2008|
|Update...in list form!
*I graduated. From college. With a Bachelor's Degree. This means I can finally stop going to school.
*I got 3 games and a 3 month xbox live subscription for Christmas. Since I recently graduated, I will actually have time to take advantage of this.
*I graduated. No more homework. No more papers. No more tests.
*I already have a full time job.
*I expect said full time job to become a managerial position within 6-8 months.
*Christmas was good. I worked. I saw some family. I worked some more.
*I will break $100 in commission this month. For the first time ever.
*I freaking graduated.
*Robzie got me shiny new earrings for Christmas.
*I got 4 Camaro's for Christmas. Unfortunately, 3 of them are powered only by imagination and the other one by 2 AA batteries and 1 9-volt battery.
*My photography business is off the ground, I have a website and plenty of portfolio pieces to back it up.
*Jon and I have begun brainstorming our masterpiece.
I'm tired, but happy. I'm really happy actually. It's nice. Life is good. Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, December 16th, 2008|
|Thursday, November 6th, 2008|
|Obligatory Election Post
The election is finally over and I can go back to not giving a damn about politics.
I did some research, I actually knew a little bit about what was going on with the election. Enough to know who I wanted to vote for, and who I did not want to vote for. I also understand that there will not be instant change the second Obama takes office. Anyone who thinks that, frankly, is an idiot. I do not solely blame President Bush for the country's problems, but you can't say that he didn't have a part in it. To be completely honest, how he got elected for a second term is beyond me.
I like Obama not because I believe he will magically 'fix' our country. I like Obama because he stands for hope and progress. He is looking forward to the future and what we can do to improve our country and our government. To me, Obama stands for hope. He is not a Christ-like savior, nor the anti-Christ. He is only a man. But he is a strong, intelligent man who (who? whom? I never know) is willing to do everything in his power to lead our country. We are never going to go back to "the way things were". People need to accept that. Change is the driving force in life.
What I don't like is the way this election has divided us so decidedly. It's absurd that people who voted for McCain are claiming that we are going to become a socialist or communist nation. Or that Obama is a terrorist or a Muslim, which by the way, are not one in the same. It makes me really sad that we've gotten to a point where a man who is not 100% caucasian can run for (and be elected) President, but there is still a good percentage of the country who are not only completely uncomfortable with this, but actually angry about it.
I may not understand very much about politics, but at least I have respect for differences of opinion. Much as I may want to smack the shit out of some crazy Republicans, I refrain. Because I wouldn't want to be treated that way.
That being said, if you argue with me on my own blog, I will delete you.
On a completely different note, I'm sick and barely functioning, but somehow still at school. Less than 2 months left and I'm done. Grad school? No thank you. Maybe someday, but right now what I really need is to stop pretending I give a damn about literary criticism, literature during the depression and psychology of human performance. My other two classes are okay. Except that they're horridly boring.
Rereading this, I've noticed that at least twice here I mention things I don't give a crap about. So for the record, here are some things I do give a crap about: Rachel finding an awesome grown-up job, my friends in general, seeing my family on Thanksgiving, baking, video games (specifically Saints Row 2), photography, my dog Punky, balancing school and work so that I can pass the semester and pay the rent, and of course, any and all Camaros.
That is all.
|Thursday, October 2nd, 2008|
|Proof that 'Lost' is always relevant...
I just wrote a midterm exam essay in which I compared Aristotle to reality tv (Survivor) and Plato to dramas or sitcoms (Lost).
Go. Me. Current Mood: exhausted
|Thursday, September 18th, 2008|
I'm in my Psych 322 class right now, which is Psychology of Mental Retardation for those of you won't don't know (all of you, I'm pretty sure...). My professor has a habit of showing us clips from his collection of concert dvd's before class and during break.
Rob: Got a great fv story for you later.
Me: Sandwich.(1) Prof Col Sanders(2) showed us a John Mayer video.
Rob: For why? Is he a retard?
1-Sandwich = a new term used in place of "sweet".
2-My professor looks like Col. Sanders. Also, kind of a reference to Scrubs (Col. Dr.)
The answer is yes, John Mayer is a retard and that must be why we watched his video in class tonight.
|Tuesday, August 19th, 2008|
|On the gender of motor vehicles...
My truck died last Thursday and I had to get it towed to Worden Martin to get fixed. Not fun. When I got it back yesterday, I did notice however, that my gas gauge works now...and it was on empty. Damn. (For those of you who don't know, my gas gauge has never worked) So I was driving across town to the now one and only Shell on Cunningham and thinking about my truck.
Now, I strongly believe in the naming of your car. My camaro was named Roja (feminine because, duh, she was female). My cavalier was named Betty (Whoa, Black Betty...). Technically speaking, the Jimmy's name is Jessie. Which in itself is an ambiguous name. Most of the time though, I just call her Jimmy or 'the Jimmy'. It's more fitting. The more I think about, the more I realize that while my truck is a female (most vehicles are, the exceptions are to follow...), she is very masculine. That's when I realized that if my truck were a human, she'd be a butch lesbian. She's strong, large and doesn't like frou-frou things. She has the capacity to tow things (other smaller cars, jet-skis, small trailers...), she has 4-wheel drive, and she just generally looks fairly masculine. She's always winking at me (her passenger side rearview mirror is missing...) and just last week she fucked me so hard I though she was a dude (gas pump went out, that is NOT CHEAP). But she is most definitely female, all general cars and trucks are.
Now, this leads me to ask, are there any male motor vehicles? The answer is yes. Grain trucks, semi's, combines, tractors. Why? Because they're large (larger even than the butchest of SUV's), often difficult to steer, most of them require some form of training before you can understand the mechanics well enough to drive them properly, and you sometimes find yourself wondering exactly how necessary they really are. They are fairly easy to maintain, but very difficult and costly to repair should something go wrong. And let's not forget that, especially here in the MidWest, they are ALWAYS in my way.
This theory also offers me proof that my grandpa has in fact been faithful to my grandma during their marriage. I propose that he has not had any extramarital affairs on the evidence that he has at least 10 cars in his possession at any one time. 2-3 of them are drag cars, which are something like the supermodel of motor vehicles.
|Tuesday, July 29th, 2008|
Some of you may be aware of this already, but there was a 5.4 magnitude earthquake in southern California. Close-ish to LA.
In other news, I went to the Long Beach Aquarium this morning.
I thought the scuba guys were messing with me, but then I realized the ground was still moving, not just moving, but undulating under my feet...
So yeah, I experienced a California earthquake. Check that off the list of things I've seen in my life. Not the list of things I necessary want to do...but yeah.
|Sunday, July 6th, 2008|
|Wanted: Creative Models
I want to put together a photo shoot depicting an end of the world, apocalyptic story. What I need are volunteers to model/act for these photos. I want models who are willing to pick a role, dress the part and interact with other models.
This project is in the idea phase right now, I may try to put together a storyline if I get enough interest. I'm looking to actually shoot the photos sometime in August. I know I'll need models, and it would probably be good to have a props person and a make up person.
I think this could be a really fun project, and I'm looking for creative, dedicated individuals to help me put it all together. Tell your friends and drop me a line if this is something you're interested in, so I can put together a database of volunteers. Also, let me know what you're interested in doing (modeling, costumes, props, make up, etc.).
Some generic sort of character options might be the hero, the diva, the outcast, etc...
And please know that having fun and being creative are greatly encouraged, as the great Judy Swiger once (or twice, or 80 times) said, "Put some drama in your life!"
|Friday, June 27th, 2008|
|Gales were not meant to be confined.
How appropriate that is, both in the context of the gale force winds in nature and the Gale force of my families...being. I'm on this awesome trip with my grandparents, my uncle, aunt, their son, along with my aunt's brother, his wife and their son. Dylan (my cousin) is the one who's practically my brother. Anyway, bit racing event (drag racing) down in St. Louis. It's insanity. Seriously, I'm having a good time and it's really cool that they invited me to come along this time. But this family was not meant to be this close together for long periods of time. We all have the exact same attitude, so imagine a family of me's. Except that Dylan and I are probably the more tame and well-mannered of the bunch. Oddly enough, something that comes with being young. I'm keeping (or trying to anyway) a racing diary, we'll see how that goes. Either way, I'm getting some good photos. Good for what, I'm not sure, but I'm happy with at least a few of them.
Anyhow, I've been up for about 85% of the past 3 days, so I really need to get some sleep while I have a good amount of time and a comfy bed (surprising for a cheap, shitty Motel 8).
|Friday, June 13th, 2008|
|'Miffed' is the word for this...
So I recently got hired on as a photographer for the weekly Buzz. Exciting, yes. I really enjoy being employed (and better yet, paid) to do what I love.
However, I do have one complaint...when they post my photographs on the 217.com they're credited to Isaac Bloom, the photography editor...granted he also takes photos for the magazine...but those are my photos! I want credit where credit is due, my good man! I sent him an email pointing this out a few days ago for last weeks edition and when I checked this morning to see if any of my photos made it...I found that one of them did, but it was also credited to Isaac Bloom.
I don't want to be a bitch, but I'm fairly sure this is a form of plagiarism.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do love this job. I'm just a little upset right now that somebody else is getting credit for my work.
|Thursday, June 5th, 2008|
|"Borrowed" from Jon :)
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|A trip to the ER
My mom called me earlier tonight and asked if I would help her get my dad to the hospital. Um, of course. He had a migraine most of the day, and this afternoon started vomiting and at one point passed out and was vomiting while he was unconscious. So we took him to the ER and stayed there while they pumped him full of fluids and medications for about 4 hours or so. Then they said he could go home if he wanted, so we took him back home. Most likely it was a combination of the headache and a flu bug.
Abridged version, yes. I'm exhausted. But everyone is okay, and Pa's back home recuperating.
It made for an interesting evening.
|Sunday, May 25th, 2008|
|Summer Camp 2008
(We came up with a really good catchphrase, but I can't remember what it was...)
Another year and I'm not a murderer. I killed no hippies, though I may have wanted to. I'm home a day early due to a minor meltdown early this morning. I think I was due for a meltdown anyway, so it's not a huge deal. I just couldn't keep it together, I kept breaking down every time a thought, any thought, entered my mind. And you all know how much I hate crying. The fact that I wasn't at home or near anyone or anything I would consider comforting, just made matters worse.
Anyway, Summer Camp was a total bust this year. I made less than half of what I made last year. This is due to 1) rain/cold on Friday 2) security not doing their job and allowing people to bring in more outside alcohol than usual 3) rising beer prices = less tips. The girl I shared a tent with was a complete and total Type A personality, very high strung. Long story short, she made me crazy. I'm the person she vents to when she's frustrated, but she was freaking out about absolutely everything. Okay, I'm sorry you're having a rough time, but we're all having a rough weekend and nobody else is acting like you are. It's not all about you.
And oddly enough, despite my frustration at not making much money and having a breakdown this morning...I had a great time. Up until about 7-8 this morning, I was doing so so well. I was staying calm (mostly), working hard, and generally keeping in good spirits. I was tired, but I worked through it. I saw some awesome live music, I danced, I had a lot of fun talking and joking and messing around with my coworkers. I even partied all night with my Canopy buddies, something I'm not sure I've ever done, though they've all wanted me to in the past. Not to mention the fact that I saw Garret, watched Elsinore play with Savannah and Nathan, and spent an entire night talking and drinking and having fun with Gordy (one of my HS freshman, yes, THE Gordon Graham) and the Canopy crew.
I invented a new word, which I would like for you all to start using as much as possible, because it's just that great. The word is "douchetard". Like, "That guy who cut me off on the interstate is such a douchetard!" Also, Ryan and I decided that the band-name 'Zmick' is now an insult. It should be paired with the adjective (or is it adverb?) 'filthy'. For example, "Stop humping my mother, you filthy zmick!"
I don't think I've ever felt so conflicted about an event before. On the one hand, Summer Camp was horrible and awful. On the other hand, I did manage to have a lot of fun this year.
The condensed version:
-I made a lot less money this year.
+I saw Savannah.
+I saw some awesome live music.
-My tent-mate drove me to my breaking point.
-And then had the audacity to call me and see if I could bring her something else from the tent before I left.
+I hung out with Gordy.
+I hung out with my Canopy friends.
-/+ I worked my ass off for 12 hours a day all weekend.
If you want more Summer Camp stories, you know where to find me.
|Saturday, May 17th, 2008|
Let's start with...
1. Sick. As hell. It's gross. And uncomfortable.
2. Lady troubles. It's not fun either.
3. The combination of 1 and 2.
4. Scheduled to work tonight...
1. Summer Camp is coming up SOON (it's not camp, it's a music festival).
2. I'm *thisclose* to being hired as a photographer for Buzz magazine.
3. I've completed 2 assignments for aforementioned magazine AND
4. ...will be co-photographer in an Illini Media photo shoot this week.
4. Might be cut early from work tonight...
5. Ami's in town and if I get cut early from work I can go see her!
I guess despite my feeling crappy today, I have to be thankful for these awesome opportunities that are flying my direction. Summer camp is a bitch and a half, but it's damn good money. I just need to get healthy before then.
AND, I'm getting a job as an actual, paid, photographer! Granted, this will make 3 jobs for me...but whatever I'll manage. Working for a bona fide publication trumps taking summer classes. Sorry Parkland. This looks better on a resume. I'm SO excited about this too. I'm finally doing what I want with my life! I had my fun, I wasted a fair amount of time drinking and generally being retarded, but now I'm straightened out (in terms of not being an idiot all the time anymore) and responsible and it's paying off.
Things, for the most part, are going well for me. I like it.
Edit: I didn't even make it inside the club before Jess sent me home. I think this calls for some serious video-gaming. Current Mood: sick
|Monday, May 12th, 2008|
|Saturday, May 3rd, 2008|
|Tuesday, April 29th, 2008|
|ITS FINALLY HERE!!!
GTA 4 is released today.
But I have to go write an f'n essay first.
I hate Shakespeare.
Time absolutely refuses to be in my favor.
I just want to go pick up my copy of my soon-to-be newest favorite game and sit down on the couch for 24 hours and do nothing but play.
Is that really so much to ask?
|Thursday, April 17th, 2008|
|I don't wanna grow up...
I was just looking at old photos on facebook and it made me realize I miss what my life used to be. I miss having pink hair. I miss living with Turbo. I miss 1416. I miss actually being friends with Donnie, I miss Donnie not being a total douchebag. I miss beer sledding in April. I miss making my friends pose for my photography assignment. I miss having a separate fridge for shitty beer. I miss having cook-outs and belly-flop contest in the kiddie pool.
Not to say my life is bad now. And actually, yesterday was a pretty awesome day, despite being horribly hungover.
I took Rob out to Allerton, cause he'd never been. Since it was windy, we decided to find kites. We found the awesome Transformers kites at Biglots for a dollar! So we went to Allerton and flew kites and took pictures and hiked a little. Then we went to Schnucks to get food for dinner and discovered the little Easter basket packages were on clearance. So we bought one in the spirit of little kid day. We had a spatula fight while making dinner, and crashed our new plastic cars from said easter basket.
It's officially spring now.
OH! And while reading the names scratched on the gazebo at Allerton, I discovered my own initials from, oh wow, probably 6 years ago.
Yesterday was by far, the most fun I've had in a long time. Current Mood: happy
|Friday, April 11th, 2008|
Um, so how funny would it be if I tried out for Paris Hiltons new reality show?
|Thursday, April 3rd, 2008|