"This isn't a rental. This is private property."
last night emma, candace, val, and i went to current to see a film by david byrne (the name of which i can't remember, but it was set in virgil, texas). that was fun...the movie was long and kinda boring in an interesting way. i liked it....then i got to display my wonderfully dimwitted driving skills. we thought a guy in an suv was waving at us so we waved back (or in emma's case, danced back)...but when we passed him he yelled that my lights were off. opps.
now i have emma lipstick kisses on my window, next to sam's spit hearts.
on the way to school i heard violet talk about transamerica on tmd. it made my morning.
i got critiqued in studio. i think people really liked my photographs and the concept and stuff...it was mentioned that it was kinda of universal, but once you realize they're self portraits its all more personal, and the lightbulb/slinky symbols take more effect. i think that's what they said...i think i need to make my blacks....deeper, like mr.g said. or something, i can't remember, i'm tired.
then was film club.
then was film club at aladdin's. before any filmviewing went on we all stood around in the kitchen...mac made lots of ramen and xavier made shrimp...it was a funny scene. we watched taxi driver, which was also boring in an interesting way...and very long...someone told me it was an hour and a half long, but they lied. it ended around quarter to 6....which meant i had to leave, especailly since my parents and i were supposed to go together and......all these things are far away form each other....sam and i ended up going on our own.
so...elena was supposed to take sam home, because they kinda live near each other, and because the opening at current began at 6. but she kinda just left, so i made sam come with me (i was kinda in a bitchy mood...which i've been in for the last few days....because art competitions and senior shows are pissing me off. and my stomach hurt. so i'm sorry, sam.). miraclously i found current with no problems. and i even found a lovely parking spot.
the show was pretty nice...i'm kinda disappionted that the art wasn't all square, but oh well...there was a nice varity and more people came then i thought. some guy named frank klein found me and asked about my photo. he's like my photographical soulmate...or at least he understands me (in that he also uses 400 tri-x film pushed to 3200 and loves the contrast and grain [! this is a big one! i feel like i have to explain that i intentionally let my film be grainy to people sometimes...that i'm not just a shitty photographer])anyway...i think he said he was a professional photojournalist and master printmaker...and he mentioned a magazine that i think he works for...but i forgot it. umm...i have his card. i win.
ok. so then emma and sam wanted me to take them to a coffee shop....which became me taking them to a hukah bar, which after a lot of peer pressure is what happened. it was fun...they shared a peach one. everything smelled nice in that place. yeah...
then i drove everyone home....my parents weren't too annoyed with me either.
i never really woke up today.
now i have emma lipstick kisses on my window, next to sam's spit hearts.
on the way to school i heard violet talk about transamerica on tmd. it made my morning.
i got critiqued in studio. i think people really liked my photographs and the concept and stuff...it was mentioned that it was kinda of universal, but once you realize they're self portraits its all more personal, and the lightbulb/slinky symbols take more effect. i think that's what they said...i think i need to make my blacks....deeper, like mr.g said. or something, i can't remember, i'm tired.
then was film club.
then was film club at aladdin's. before any filmviewing went on we all stood around in the kitchen...mac made lots of ramen and xavier made shrimp...it was a funny scene. we watched taxi driver, which was also boring in an interesting way...and very long...someone told me it was an hour and a half long, but they lied. it ended around quarter to 6....which meant i had to leave, especailly since my parents and i were supposed to go together and......all these things are far away form each other....sam and i ended up going on our own.
so...elena was supposed to take sam home, because they kinda live near each other, and because the opening at current began at 6. but she kinda just left, so i made sam come with me (i was kinda in a bitchy mood...which i've been in for the last few days....because art competitions and senior shows are pissing me off. and my stomach hurt. so i'm sorry, sam.). miraclously i found current with no problems. and i even found a lovely parking spot.
the show was pretty nice...i'm kinda disappionted that the art wasn't all square, but oh well...there was a nice varity and more people came then i thought. some guy named frank klein found me and asked about my photo. he's like my photographical soulmate...or at least he understands me (in that he also uses 400 tri-x film pushed to 3200 and loves the contrast and grain [! this is a big one! i feel like i have to explain that i intentionally let my film be grainy to people sometimes...that i'm not just a shitty photographer])anyway...i think he said he was a professional photojournalist and master printmaker...and he mentioned a magazine that i think he works for...but i forgot it. umm...i have his card. i win.
ok. so then emma and sam wanted me to take them to a coffee shop....which became me taking them to a hukah bar, which after a lot of peer pressure is what happened. it was fun...they shared a peach one. everything smelled nice in that place. yeah...
then i drove everyone home....my parents weren't too annoyed with me either.
i never really woke up today.