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.
I still miss my dad every day.
I hate it that things turned out the way they did, and I hate it that he couldn’t get better. I hate it that he’ll never see me succeed, that he’ll never see my first showing. I hate it that he doesn’t know my friends and I hate it that he’ll never know my boyfriends. I hate it that he won’t walk me down the aisle if I ever get married. I hate it that he can’t take Mikey and me camping, or hiking or to the Mountain Men Rendezvous. I hate it because he shouldn’t be dead. I think that everything happens for a reason, but I hate it that its so unfair.
But like I said earlier, I am so lucky to be where I am today.
Have a good’un
So I am such a computer geek, that I actually come up to the School, just to get online and post on my blog.. And take care of online payments.. Whatever, everything changes when you lose access to the internet. Especially if you’re me. I figured while I’m here, I might as well post on the bloggy. So here I am. So I went to San Diego. It was pretty much the best trip of my life. We broke up the drive there in two days, and spent the night in Las Vegas. We stayed at the Luxor, you know, THE PYRAMID WITH THE MILE HIGH LIGHT? The light really excited me. As we were driving in there was a really bad storm and we were pretty sure that God was smiting the city. Kristina declared that if God destroyed Vegas, that she was going to demand a refund. It was pretty funny. We didn’t do too much in Vegas, we walked up the strip, and watched the fountain show at the Bellagio, but besides that we mostly slept and ate quiznos. Mmm. Quiznos. After Vegas we drove to San Diego, on the way we stopped in Primm and rode the roller coaster at Buffalo Bill’s. I think the roller coaster was called the Desperado. It was pretty old, but fun nonetheless. After Primm, we stopped in Calico, to see the Ghost town, only to find out that it was like 6 bucks a person just to enter the town.. So we turned around and continued onto San Diego. Man San Diego is beautiful and there is so much to see. If I ever get my own computer again, I will scan the film that I shot. If not, ask me and I’ll show you? Anyways, we went through Balboa park for the first day, and it was AWESOME. We went to the zoo, and then onto the museum of photographic arts, which was really amazing. They had a series on female photo-journalists, and it re-affirmed my decision to want to go into photo-journalism. It also made me realize I have a lot to learn about photography, and man, I’m excited. After MOPA, we went to the San Diego Museum of Fine Art, and they had an Andy Warhol exhibit. I can’t even begin to talk about how cool that was. We didn’t have any idea that it was going to be showing, so it was a great surprise. It was so inspiring to see his original works, I’ve never really seen any art of that caliber, so it was really exciting. We also saw a few original Goya’s, John’s, and Matisse’s, all which were amazing. The next few days were much more chill, and a ton of fun. We went through a lot of local shops and second hand stores which was really cool. I bought like 4 shirts, a skirt and two rings for like fifty bucks. Pretty friggin sweet. We also went to mission beach a couple times, which was really fun. We body surfed which was a new experience for me, before the trip I had never swam in the ocean before, so that was really exciting. Well, I think that basically sums up the trip, it was really sad coming home, we all wanted to stay, but all good things come to an end I guess.
In other news, I finally finished Between the River and the Bridge (the Craig Ferguson book), and I have to say, I really liked it and would like to retract my earlier comments about it. It starts out a little harsh, but I really grew to love it. And you should read it, however the language is pretty bad in it, so if that kind of thing offends you, you’ve been warned, but you should read it anyways. I’d explain the plot to you, but its really difficult to explain, you should just read it. Well kiddies, I think I am going to go to The Apple Store and see if they will give me a new computer… Its worth a shot.. Right?
Have a good’un
So this weekend was the busiest weekend I’ve had in a long time and it was heaven on earth. For those of you who are outside of Utah, It was the Utah Arts Festival this weekend and I volunteered to help out. I got to be a “booth sitter” and work at an information booth. It was a ton of fun and I got to meet a lot of amazing artists. Particularly this woman who’s name I can’t remember.. She came into my tent to get some water (the festival supplied courtesy water) and we talked for a while. She’s a Photographer and she spent like four years in Tibet and other parts of China just taking pictures, and her work was amazing. Basically, I want to be her. The more I think about it, the more I want to go into Photo-journalism. I also got to meet a couple of women who are in charge of selecting the artists and that was also really interesting. They gave me some contact information to do future volunteering, (ie not during the actual art festival) and I think I might do that. Can I just say I love the art festival? So many different people go to it and its really neat to see so many different mini-cultures interact. Its also a lot of fun to see friends and family there. For the last few years I’ve seen my Aunt Mary (She totally reads this on a regular basis) almost every year, and its always really fun to see her. I also got to see a bunch of friends from school, including a kid who I really misjudged last semester and I sort of feel guilty about it now. Oh well, maybe we can be friends next fall… I guess we’ll see.
So in other exciting news, Jessie, Kristina, and I are leaving for San Diego in 1.5 days and I am REALLY excited about it. We are going to stop in Vegas on the way, and then on to San Diego to hang out. We have a lot of really fun things planned, and I think that it will be a really great experience. I am excited for the photo opportunities thaI i will have. I’m also excited to go to another city and just forget about whatever is going on right now that is stressful. It’s going to be awesome. FRIGGIN AWESOME.
Have a good’un
So this weekend has been a pretty cool weekend, EXCEPT TONIGHT MY CAR WAS BOOTED… Yeah that sucked. Did you know it costs EIGHTY dollars to have a boot removed? I didn’t either until tonight. Stupid parking lot. There is quite a bit of concern that people are no longer doing things in down town salt lake city… ITS BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO PAY EVERY TIME YOU PARK ANYWHERE AND GUESS WHAT? NOT EVERYONE CARRIES AROUND DOZENS OF DOLLAR BILLS AND ROLLS OF QUARTERS!!!!!!!! So yeah.. Obviously I’m a little pissed off about that. Boots aside so far this weekend has been really good and I think that everything depressing me from my last post will be alright. I suppose we shall see what happens. (whatever happens, happens) I have quite a few things lined up for this summer and I think that it will prove to be fun, assuming I don’t get booted anymore and can actually afford anything… I’m thinking about taking a class of some sort that isn’t of the college kind.. You know.. Classes you take to learn things instead of earn grades.. So far I’ve though about Yoga, Glass blowing, and Pottery. Not too sure if you can take glass blowing class, but I think it’d be really awesome to learn how to make all those pretty glass things you see at the farmers market. oooh I’ve also volunteered to watch artists’ booths at the Utah arts festival this summer, so I guess we shall see if that pans out. Well kiddies its kind of late and I’ve gotta bust out TWO drawings tomorrow. Ughh. That really sucks. Anyways Have a good’un
