I finally won the monthly themed contest for the Photography Group.
See that group image? Yeah, I took it.
In other news, I started a little project... here.
I have more to say, but I'll save it for later.
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Now it's later.
This is ripped from my Myspace blog:
- My birthday was extremely pleasant. And, for the record (though this should come as no surprise), I didn't get drunk. I suppose I have no idea when this will happen, but it's nothing I ever "set out" to accomplish. I did have a very splendid, silly, sweaty time at my party. And, with my 21 years of age, I did buy all of the beer for the occasion. On another note, I am truly fortunate to have so many courteous and kind friends. I received many thoughtful gifts, cards, and sentiments (as well as delicious food items), and about 40 people came to the party. I will say "thank you" just one more time: thank you!
- I didn't go to Lollapalooza after all. A few weeks before the actual event, Shannon and I decided that it would be a detrimental financial mistake, costing each of us over $300 to go (not to mention the fact that we each already had our tickets purchased, and they certainly weren't cheap). I was heartbroken that we weren't going, but for the first time in a long while, I sacrificed "having fun" to make a wise choice (money-wise, that is). Instead, we sold our Lolla tickets and opted to see Radiohead with Grizzly Bear in Cleveland for a mere $30. We journeyed with Jill to see the show, splitting the cost of gas, and we stayed at Jill's house in Hubbard for a few days before and after the concert. It was a cost-efficient and reasonable alternative to Lollapalooza, and although the concert was breathtakingly beautiful and completely captivating, I was (and still am) a little disappointed that I missed all the music I was hoping to see at Lolla. But, so it goes. There's always next year, and in the end, I do not regret my decision.
- It's worth mentioning that I drove an accumulative of 11 hours during the Radiohead expedition. To Jill's house from Athens, to and from the venue from Jill's house, to my house from Jill's house, and back to Athens from my house. Go me!
- If you have not seen The Dark Knight... well, you most likely live in a cave in some far-off, abandoned location... but anyway... you simply must. Words cannot describe its brilliance. I am not ashamed to admit that I've thought about bits and pieces of that movie every single day since I've seen it. (Post-script: I've seen it twice, once at midnight on opening night. Even still, if I had the time and money, I would see it again and again and again.)
- I also saw the X-Files movie while Joel was visiting me in Athens last weekend. I was not disappointed, but then again, my biases overwhelm my judgement. The movie brought me back to childhood, and I have an affinity for anything that makes me so nostalgic and fuzzy inside.
- At the end of this month, I will be moving into my apartment with Jill and Rachel. My first "home" of my own. I will have a rent to pay, and utilities, and my own parking space... and a toilet bowl to clean and a living room to decorate and a refrigerator to fill with food... and, ahh, my very own bedroom.
- My work is sort of blah, but last week, I was the resident manager for a band camp staying in Washington Hall, the dorm I lived in during my freshman year in college. As resident manager, I had keys to every room in the building. During the building prep, I walked up the stairs to the third floor, unlocked room 332, my old room, sat down at my desk, and just felt extremely heavy with emotion. I know that describing it in words means very little, and perhaps it's a bit strange to illicit so much feeling from a sterile, empty dorm room that mimics every other room in the building... but I really miss everything about being naive and eager and excited. I miss when everything felt new. I wish I could explain how sad my heart becomes when I realize how different everything is now. Sometimes it feels like whole years of my life never even happened, and though I am earnest in preserving the fondness and honoring the precious moments of the past, I cannot help but feel like others have attempted to erase evidence of my presence. I guess that is inevitable. I just wanted to grow together in harmony.
On that note, I am getting a bit somber with this journal entry, and that's not exactly the mood I want to capture.
My visual journal of sorts is just a small fruit of my labor. I have put a lot of time and energy into refining my visual studies this summer. I hope that my efforts give way to even more growth and beauty.
See that group image? Yeah, I took it.
In other news, I started a little project... here.
I have more to say, but I'll save it for later.
---
Now it's later.
This is ripped from my Myspace blog:
- My birthday was extremely pleasant. And, for the record (though this should come as no surprise), I didn't get drunk. I suppose I have no idea when this will happen, but it's nothing I ever "set out" to accomplish. I did have a very splendid, silly, sweaty time at my party. And, with my 21 years of age, I did buy all of the beer for the occasion. On another note, I am truly fortunate to have so many courteous and kind friends. I received many thoughtful gifts, cards, and sentiments (as well as delicious food items), and about 40 people came to the party. I will say "thank you" just one more time: thank you!
- I didn't go to Lollapalooza after all. A few weeks before the actual event, Shannon and I decided that it would be a detrimental financial mistake, costing each of us over $300 to go (not to mention the fact that we each already had our tickets purchased, and they certainly weren't cheap). I was heartbroken that we weren't going, but for the first time in a long while, I sacrificed "having fun" to make a wise choice (money-wise, that is). Instead, we sold our Lolla tickets and opted to see Radiohead with Grizzly Bear in Cleveland for a mere $30. We journeyed with Jill to see the show, splitting the cost of gas, and we stayed at Jill's house in Hubbard for a few days before and after the concert. It was a cost-efficient and reasonable alternative to Lollapalooza, and although the concert was breathtakingly beautiful and completely captivating, I was (and still am) a little disappointed that I missed all the music I was hoping to see at Lolla. But, so it goes. There's always next year, and in the end, I do not regret my decision.
- It's worth mentioning that I drove an accumulative of 11 hours during the Radiohead expedition. To Jill's house from Athens, to and from the venue from Jill's house, to my house from Jill's house, and back to Athens from my house. Go me!
- If you have not seen The Dark Knight... well, you most likely live in a cave in some far-off, abandoned location... but anyway... you simply must. Words cannot describe its brilliance. I am not ashamed to admit that I've thought about bits and pieces of that movie every single day since I've seen it. (Post-script: I've seen it twice, once at midnight on opening night. Even still, if I had the time and money, I would see it again and again and again.)
- I also saw the X-Files movie while Joel was visiting me in Athens last weekend. I was not disappointed, but then again, my biases overwhelm my judgement. The movie brought me back to childhood, and I have an affinity for anything that makes me so nostalgic and fuzzy inside.
- At the end of this month, I will be moving into my apartment with Jill and Rachel. My first "home" of my own. I will have a rent to pay, and utilities, and my own parking space... and a toilet bowl to clean and a living room to decorate and a refrigerator to fill with food... and, ahh, my very own bedroom.
- My work is sort of blah, but last week, I was the resident manager for a band camp staying in Washington Hall, the dorm I lived in during my freshman year in college. As resident manager, I had keys to every room in the building. During the building prep, I walked up the stairs to the third floor, unlocked room 332, my old room, sat down at my desk, and just felt extremely heavy with emotion. I know that describing it in words means very little, and perhaps it's a bit strange to illicit so much feeling from a sterile, empty dorm room that mimics every other room in the building... but I really miss everything about being naive and eager and excited. I miss when everything felt new. I wish I could explain how sad my heart becomes when I realize how different everything is now. Sometimes it feels like whole years of my life never even happened, and though I am earnest in preserving the fondness and honoring the precious moments of the past, I cannot help but feel like others have attempted to erase evidence of my presence. I guess that is inevitable. I just wanted to grow together in harmony.
On that note, I am getting a bit somber with this journal entry, and that's not exactly the mood I want to capture.
My visual journal of sorts is just a small fruit of my labor. I have put a lot of time and energy into refining my visual studies this summer. I hope that my efforts give way to even more growth and beauty.
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acet:
You create a lot of really neat stuff.
acet:
I heard you guys got hit pretty hard by Ike, how're you all doing?