awkward.

you know what's awesome?  not being able to sleep when it's five am.  having an eight am class that day makes not being able to sleep even better.  i think i'm legitimately becoming an insomniac.  when i'm still awake to hear the facilities management staff start cleaning around four in the morning, that's when i know i'm fucked.  tonight was different though, instead of hearing them while i lay awake in bed, i opened the bathroom door to one of them.  they said "good morning" and i ran into my room as fast as i could because i was wearing a tight tank top without a bra.  awkward.  yeah...this day is staring off well.  bring it, monday.

pickles.

I grew up in this little town about thirty minutes away from Harrisburg.  I call Dillsburg, PA home.  For some reason, someone decided it was a good idea to make our town have some sort of weird pickle obsession.  There is absolutely no reason for this, we have no history of pickle making or anything like that.  We simply just have "Dill" in the beginning of our town's name.  Regardless of there being no correlation between Dillsburg and pickles, we still have this pickle obsession, like I said.  When I say "pickle obsession," I don't think you can fully understand the level of weird unless you physically go to this town during some "big event" such as Pickle Fest or Pickle Drop, etc.  Pickle Fest is some mysterious, unknown, freaky thing to me because in the 18  years I've lived here, I can't bring myself to go to it.  I find nothing appealing in a pickle festival.  Pickle Drop is our small little farm town's take on the ball dropping in Times Square for New Years.  We drop a giant pickle at midnight (not a real one, obviously), and among the "festivities" there are such delicacies as pickle soup, chocolate covered pickles, and other vomit worthy food items involving a pickle.  We also have this Planter's Peanut-like pickle man chilling in a random parking lot.  For some reason, my friends that don't live in the area get a real kick out of this little, wooden, pickle man.  Personally, I think it is absolutely fucking retarded, but as strange as my town can get sometime, I miss it a lot.

sunshine?

There is one thing in particular I have rarely seen since I left home for Rochester, sunlight.  I feel like this town would be a trillion times more bearable if the sun would shine once in a while, especially now that it's winter it and snows every day...sad thing is, I'm not exaggerating at all.  It literally snows every. single. god. damn. day.  Before it was winter, it would rain all the time, and if it didn't rain, those same gray clouds would hang over this entire city.  I don't even understand how it's possible for a place to be so cloudy at all times.  It kind of blows my mind.  As if the constant gray overcast that has consumed my world wasn't monotonous enough, I'm also drowning in a town of bricks.  They're everywhere, on every building, on the ground, everywhere.  I mean...I get it...it's Brick City.  That's their thing...but really?  I don't know...repetition and monotony  drive me absolutely insane, so maybe that's why the constant cloud coverage and fortress of boring brick walls bothers me so much.  ...Or maybe it's the fact that I'm running on two hours of sleep and becoming increasingly bitchy and more tired by the second.  All I know is when I do finally get some sleep, it would be nice to wake up to sunlight streaming in the windows once and a while.  And for all of the nights where I'm wide awake, it would be nice to see the stars.

lazy.

Today is a lazy day.  Today I am in sweat pants, wearing no make up, and laying in bed while I post this.  It is also 1:30 in the  afternoon...and I couldn't care less.  Being lazy puts me in a better mood.  Also, I wanted a reason to put a picture of myself on here because I got my nose pierced.  My parents weren't exactly pleased with this, but I love it.  It'll grow shut eventually if I want it to, so it's whatever.  

fake blood.

I have a shoot coming up soon where I have to depict some sort of transformation.  I decided to have my model transform into a beaten, bloody mess.  This is my friend, Austin.  He was kind enough to be my guinea  pig today.  I had no idea what I was doing to be honest.  I've never  made fake blood and bruises before.  I've never even done any extreme make up before.  I looked up what to make the fake blood with and that was about it.  I kind of just played it by ear.  For a first try and about 15 minutes to work on this, I don't think it turned out too shabby.  I think I'm going to keep playing around with this until it's time to get into the studio.

quote.

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be." 
~Hunter S. Thompson
I'll toast to that shit.

barf.

 

 

Guacamole is something that I find completely disgusting.  It looks like baby shit.  I can't handle that.  I want my nose pierced so badly.  My dad told me if I ate a serving of gauc with tomatoes and chips, I could get the piercing.  My nose is still lacking metal because I won't even eat that shit for something I really, really want.  This hate for such a widely loved food just recently saved my day.  My friends that went to Pennsylvania like this nasty stuff, so naturally, they ate it.  Later that night, I wake up to both of them in the bathroom throwing up.  For hours.  And hours.  I'm not really sure how some avocados can give you food poisoning that badly, but I've never been happier to hate a food item before.  Lucky for them, I took multiple pictures of it to forever remind them of their favorite dining experience.

roadtrips.

On the way back from Pennsylvania.  Sunset, headlights, nearly 300 miles, and barely any sleep.  These road trips need to happen more.  Winter at RIT is brutal.  Nothing gets you out of a shitty mood like speeding down highways in the middle of the night with your friends while you scream the words to your favorite songs.  Yes, these need to happen more. 

glitter.

I think I'm starting to develop an obsession with sparkly tops.  This isn't even close to half of them.  At least they'll be useful for Stephen's photo shoot next week.  I'm nervous...I'm not too big on being the model, so we'll see how things go.  It might be time to go clubbing soon though...

Home.

Two weeks ago I was home for Christmas break.  Two weeks and my puppy has doubled in size, my little brother got his first job, my dad is in danger of losing his job, etc.  It's funny to think about how quickly the town you grew up in and the people you love change, even if it's only a short amount of time between visits.  Break was stressful, exhausting, and confusing to say the least.  I'm home for one and a half days basically to see a concert and maybe some family, then I'm back to RIT.  I'm hoping to clear my head, better my self, see the people I love, and just be happy for the short amount of time I'm back.  Hopefully I'll have some time to shoot while I'm here.  This weekend looks pretty packed full, but I want to start shooting more.  Winter has been sucking the motivation out of me and I haven't been putting enough effort into photography lately.  I'm hoping this will be a good way to start off in the direction I want to keep going in: up.  I love learning.  I love my friends.  I love my life.  I just forgot for a little while.

paints

Today I had my first day in an RIT studio.  Stressful? Yes, but it's all good.  Things turned out better than I was expecting at least.  I have the next three Tuesdays in the studio again, so hopefully I'll get used to things here. I started painting again a little bit to stress manage.  We'll see how that goes...  For now it's helping.

Maxwell

Being home for Christmas break was about as stressful as having a small child.  Why?  Because of this adorable little guy.  Don't let the cuteness fool you, he's more than a hand full, but I love him.  Too bad I won't see him again until March.  He'll be all big then.  =[