ten.

Week ten.  Is kicking my ass.  The end.

self.

These images are for my Photo Arts II visual journal assignment.  I was supposed to have a self portrait from the beginning of the quarter and the end.  The first one I took after getting out of the shower one afternoon.  I took that photo then because at the time I felt like I was naked.  I kept putting myself out there and I kept getting shot down.  I feel like that is still happening today.  The other was taken sometime in the wee hours of this morning.  I look terrible lately.  I never wear my contacts, or make up, or nice clothes, or do my hair anymore.  Winter has officially wrecked my fucking shit.  I can't wait to get out of here for break.  I need it.


( I don't know why the second image is slightly lower than the first, I can't get them to be even.  Oh well.)

hit it.

Today, on the way to my eight am class, I saw a girl wearing sweatpants that said "hit it" across her ass.  I think it is safe to assume that:
1) She likes to "get it in."  Like..."dude I would hit that."
OR
2) She enjoys a spanking?
Regardless, why does this need to be advertised on your ass at eight am, or any time?  You are dumb.  


On a better note, yesterday was 40 degrees, so I saw grass on the ground for the first time in...oh I don't know...two months?  I'm glad the weather is supposed to be mild for this week.  The cold was really getting to me.  

portrait.

This is an unedited shot from the studio portraits I did last week with my partner, Stephen.  I'm pretty happy with how these images turned out.  The fake blood I made wasn't really dripping down his face like I wanted it to, but other than that, things look okay to me.  This was my last shooting assignment for my Photo Arts II class at RIT and my last shooting assignment with my current professor.  Next quarter I'll have a new professor and I'll be doing all sorts of new stuff hopefully.  Right now, I'm just ready for break.  It's been a long 20 weeks here and getting away for a little while keeps sounding better and better. 

fool.

You chat to me like we connect
But I don't even know if we're still friends
It's so confusing, understanding you 
Is making me not want to do
The things like I know that I should do
But I trip fast and then I lose
And I hate looking like a fool.


-Kate Nash


Yup.  Looking like a fool is becoming a new hobby of mine. 


Hopefully I'll have some new photos and stuff up soon.  I've been really busy lately with school and just trying to have some fun here and there before winter quarter takes away all of my sanity.  I can't wait for spring quarter to start.  Having a new photo teacher is going to be kind of weird, but I'm going to get to learn all sorts of cool new stuff, which is always exciting.  Spring will be good too.  I miss seeing grass on the ground.  I'm going to bring my car up to Rochester for spring quarter.  I'm not a fan of having to depend on other people to get places. I also really miss driving way too fast down some barely traveled road with my sunroof open and sunglasses on.  There aren't a lot of things better than that.