Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Don't Worry, I'm a Professional


A terribly original topic for a college student to blog about, I know.
But seriously, no one can procrastinate like I can.

The new semester started on January 4th. It is January 25th. I have not done any homework. None. For those of you who know me well, you know that it was a rough beginning to a semester (very, very rough... embarrassingly rough) and I really just could not force myself to think about school. Avoiding homework has been fine until now, because there were no due dates, but tomorrow 3 weeks of papers are due, 3 weeks are readings are to be summarized, 3 weeks of documentaries are to be analyzed, and 16 chapters of the Iliad are to be read. Oops.

I'm sure my mother is having a panic attack right now just reading this, and it is taking everything in her NOT to pick up the phone and ask me how I'm going to get all of this done (please mom, put the phone down, forget you read this post, and watch some Law and Order). You see, I am a professional. It will be done, and it will be done well. I will also go to the gym, get 8 hours of sleep, and clean my room (maybe I'm kidding myself with the clean room). Somehow when these things pile up something turns on inside of me and I can do super human things. 

Wouldn't it be great if I could be super human when there weren't a million things due in one day? Too bad I'm regularly too busy napping and watching late night talk shows...
Picture to make this post look more interesting, and pop art style to distract anyone from noticing that this picture is 100% pointless.

Monday, January 23, 2012


I love Mike Birbiglia. He is probably the comedian I quote more than any other, and I love him. Great writer, great character.

Well, thank heaven for my amazing parents who got us TICKETS to go see him. Everyone had been having a pretty bad day (a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day to be more specific).
We had terrible seats, right behind some people who obviously smoked way too much, and right in front of a girl who felt the need to laugh obnoxiously to impress her boyfriend. It may have been one of the best nights of my life.

After the show, I wanted to meet him. No one else did, but since I had the worst day everyone had to do what I wanted (muahahaha) Except my mom... who stood off to the side.

While waiting to meet him I planed all sorts of great things I could say to him. "Hey! I'm HUGE fan, I can quote almost all your bits" or maybe "You know, I'm an aspiring comedian... kind of" or just "Oh gosh, I don't know what I'm supposed to say, but I just really want you to like me." It did not go according to plan... We accidentally filmed him, which is against the rules... who knew? So we got scolded. I couldn't think of anything clever to say. But, again, it was amazing. I mean, he was so nice, and I stinking met Mike Birgbiglia!!!!

Thank goodness we look cute in this picture...

This keeps my track record of making an awkward situation out of any meeting with a celebrity. YES!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Not a Photographer

To my dear readers: This post may lead you to think that I consider myself a photographer. I am not a photographer. I like cameras, and I like taking pictures, but a photographer is an artist, and believe me, no art is taking place here. 

Back in October when I went to Jo's for my birthday I was introduced to her amazing camera. Meet the Instax Mini 7s (available at the Photojojo Online Store).

So, I ordered it myself after Christmas, but my dear mama ended up buying it for me (sweet, sweet woman). 
It arrived in the mail and we've been in love ever since. 
I know it seems like a big step back, but there is something so satisfying about physically holding your photo only moments after you took it. There is something exciting about not seeing that digital display to tell you exactly what the picture is going to look like!

Blogging before make up: The most attractive decision I've made today
My dad keeps making fun of me. The other day I shouted "Oh wait! I want to get a picture" to which he replied "With the camera that takes bad pictures?" The man is missing the point. They are not bad. The quality is no where near what I can get with my T2i, but it has a certain look. I see people putting little "instragram" filters (filters? I don't really know what they are actually using) on their iphones to make their pictures look all old like, but for me? I don't believe in anything but the real deal. Maybe someday I will even dare to look into a film SLR... oh, now THAT would be fun.

Speaking of SLRs (though this one is digital), my childhood neighbor was in need of someone to take her engagement pictures... Well, I had taken my sister's (which you can see here), so I told her I would do it if she was desperate enough to use me. 6 hours later, we drove up the canyon for our 30 minute photo shoot. This is a little of what we got:

We got up there by about 4, which is why there is always a little lens flare, and a little over-exposure around her fiance's head. Don't Judge me.