So, someday I might actually start writing posts again, but until then, please enjoy another conversation that took place between my little brother and myself.
Mallory: I think I’m getting sick
Mikey: Like a cold?
Mallory: No, I THINK I’M BECOMING A PERVERT
Mikey: Mostly I meant “are you nauseous? or is a cold?” not “ARE YOU BECOMING A PEDOPHILE?”
So as you may or may not know, I used to work at The UPS Store with my little brother Mikey. While I no longer work there, he does. Mikey is also currently taking a math course this semester. The following is a conversation that took place in my car last weekend sometime.
Mikey: My math class drives me insane
Mallory: Why?
Mikey: I just hate the story problems that we have to do.
Mallory: Why?
Mikey: So this one problem is like “Johnny had four dollars in his pocket, wants to send a letter to his friend. The first ounce is .37 and each additional ounce is .23 how heavy can his letter be?” Mallory: Okay…
Mikey: FIRST OF ALL the first ounce is THIRTY NINE CENTS! and each additional ounce is TWENTY FOUR CENTS. My book is out dated
Mallory: haha
Mikey: PLUS they didn’t even specify if he should ship it first class. How soon does he want it there? is it a book? can I ship it media mail? Because its a hell of a lot cheaper sending something media mail than first class. Where does his friend live? is it going international? Does he want tracking? exactly how big is this “letter”? Is it subject to oversize fees?
Mallory: Your math book needs to get its shit together
Mikey: yeah. I think the answer is no solution, not enough information provided
ATTENTION EVERYONE!!
So Miss Maac and I have a tradition of seeing Oscar Nominated films before the grand ceremony. These are the films we still need to see:
The Queen
Babel
Letters from Iwo Jima
Pan’s Labyrinth
Blood Diamond
The Last King of Scotland
Volver
Little Children
The Good Shepard
The Black Dahlia
The Illusionist
Please sign up in the comments section if you would a) like to attend b) pay for our admission c) buy us flowers.
Have a good’un
So I’m considering creating a blog solely of conversations with Scott.
Have a good’un
Scott says: Real quick
Scott says: I’m sitting in the wrong class like a fool
Scott says: I walked into the wrong class and now I’m stuck
Mallory says: lolol
Mallory says: That’s getting posted.
Scott says: Apparently there are two LARGE auditoriums in this building!
Scott says: I just walked into the room I saw auditorium labeled on it, and I’m stuck near the front with like 3 people I’d have to crawl over
Mallory says: hahaha
As promised…
Yeah yeah yeah you don’t like Everclear. Whatever. I DON’T CARE. Sometimes? Their music knows how I feel okay? So no smart ass comments.
You put yourself in stupid places
Yes I think you know it’s true
Situations where it’s easy to look down on you
I think you like to be the victim
I think you like to be in pain
I think you make yourself a victim
Almost every single day
You do what you do
You say what they say
You try to be everything to everyone
You know all the right people
You play all the right games
You always try to be
Everything to everyone
Yeah you do it again
You always do it again
You say they taught you how to read and write
Yeah, they taught you how to count
I say they taught you how to buy and sell
Your own body by the pound
I think you like to be their simple toy
I think you love to play the clown
I think you are blind to the fact
That the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down
You do what you do
You say what they say
You always try to be everything to everyone
You know all the right people
You play all the right games
You always try to be everything to everyone
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall
Yeah why don’t you ever learn
Spin around and fall down, do it again
Yeah, you stumble and you fall
I wonder if you will ever learn
Why won’t you ever learn
Come on now, do that stupid dance for me
You do what they tell you to do
You say what they say
You try to be everything to everyone
You jump through the big hoop
You play all the right games
You try to be everything to everyone
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall
Yeah you do it again
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall
So I have to keep a journal for one of my photo studies classes, and I have a feeling I will be posting excerpts from its leather bound goodness on this blog…
Hmm Dunno what to write in this journal.. Here are some random quotes and thoughts floating around my head these days…
“Watch me make up my mind and not my face”
“Will you still be making photographs in 5 years? why?”
“If your mind is full of clutter you can’t think creatively”
“We are what we repeatedly do, excellence then is not an act, but a habit”
Inspired by How I Became Stupid
2 types of people:
Those who like tomatoes and those who don’t.
Those who are confident showing their work and those who aren’t
Those who are comfortable shooting (w/ film) nudes and those who aren’t
Those who are willing to show their weaknesses in order to improve and those who aren’t
Those who are secure in their relationships and those who aren’t
Those who think mint belongs in ice cream and those who don’t
Those who care about people and those who care about themselves
Those who change the world and those who think they can’t
Those who are idealistic and those who aren’t
… Random I know, but hey, that’s just me.
Have a good’un
So I started school and I think my life may have exploded into a million pieces, but I think it’s a good thing. I just hope that this blog doesn’t suffer due to the demands of life, because I know you’d all be disappointed and then there would be a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth, and really who wants that? I know I don’t. Teeth gross me out.
Anyways, as I stated the semester started and my schedule is off the hook. I’m basically pulling 12-14 hr days before homework, so yeah, if I fall asleep on your couch or am a little cranky please cut me some slack? Hee. However, I understand that I’ve dug my own grave and I’m willing to face the consequences.
My classes are really cool, and I’m excited for each one. I think I may still love photography, so that’s a good thing, since you know, its what I want to do with my life. (The little things..) One of my classes in particular left me feeling more inspired after the first day than I felt all of last semester (and last year for that matter) so that’s cool. I’m excited to have classes that focus more on technique and creativity instead of focusing on various styles of photography (still life, portraiture etc {I may have worded that wrong, but its my blog so take that})
While school is cool (hee I rhymed) my work schedule is a little chaotic, basically I am working whenever I can go get in my required 30 hrs/wk, which means I’ve been working until like 7, or 8 at night. I know I know, Its not that big of a deal, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to get attacked or robbed, because after 5? I swear that I am the only person for miles. Oh well, whatever happens happens right?
Have a good’un
So after waking up at 12:30 and going to the gym, I realized that it had been almost 24 full hours since I had been behind a keyboard. I figured I’d better get on and post a blog or something before I started getting the shakes from online withdrawal.
I have no particular reason to post today, which means you just get an update on whats going on in my oh-so-exciting life. That or I’ll start bitching about something.. either way, you sort of expected it.
Somehow spring semester starts on Monday and up until Thursday the mere thought of stepping foot into the dark room (and classroom) made me want to cry. However Thursday night I spent some time w/ my friend talking about art history, religion, politics etc, and I realized that going back to school is exactly what I need right now. I am really excited for my classes this semester, I’m taking a couple photo classes and finally starting on my minor (Peace and Conflict Studies). I’ll be taking Ethics and Social Problems classes to start fulfilling those requirements. It should prove to be interesting, although I’m sure I’ll have to write a ton of papers. So get ready to proofread Sarah.
Speaking of social problems, ethics, etc (that was a really bad segue) websites like this one really drive me crazy. I decided a long time ago that online quizzes that tell you what rock star you are, what your power color is, and if you are truly in love are bunk. Entertaining, but bunk. I’ve also decided that myspace pages that say “what kind of ______ are you?” with a link to a shitty quiz written by some angst-ridden15 year old girl listening to My Chemical Romance make me want to cut myself. So when I stumbled upon the above linked my brain nearly exploded (see: the Chapelle Show) When did we, as a society, get to the point where we go to a website to tell us what we believe in religiously? I dunno. I just think when I decide what i believe in there wont be emoticons in and advertisement banner shouting HELLO!!! to me. but whatever, that’s only humble opinion.
Obviously I need to get out more and be online less. Because at the end of the day? Those websites don’t matter.
Finally, i set up a mailing list, and you should sign up for it. If you want to. Maybe you should sign your friends up for it too. Then I’d have millions of readers and that? will be awesome.
Have a good’un
So I don’t know what is up with me, but my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride lately. Pretty soon I’m going to start writing emo song songs or something, and that? could be scary.
Without going into too much detail, lets just say I’m lucky to have friends who will throw me black and purple parties, wear du-rags, hang out even if I haven’t seen them for months, and get upset if they think I’m mad at them.
I am so lucky.
Have a good’un.
