tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62058083079673739442024-02-07T02:56:05.050-08:00tweaking realityi have lucid dreams about short films in black and white.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-87850923407319856562010-05-03T11:08:00.000-07:002010-05-03T11:15:41.855-07:00may 2nd or something.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kcU_VB84Tjg4Arg9egv9V7RrKsPPOSDNQajBMK5ZkHaIAjHfbR2GTF-WFl3QMjeBU-DqSVdkhXKbkoxymVnuDyZHRUgVSIjkE3yl8SBlKh3NMlocIJBtWlQB9FDmR1-_wpjLeCfhBkc/s1600/itssosimple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kcU_VB84Tjg4Arg9egv9V7RrKsPPOSDNQajBMK5ZkHaIAjHfbR2GTF-WFl3QMjeBU-DqSVdkhXKbkoxymVnuDyZHRUgVSIjkE3yl8SBlKh3NMlocIJBtWlQB9FDmR1-_wpjLeCfhBkc/s400/itssosimple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108596112865874" /></a><br />I really can't wait until summer to go and explore new places and feel better. Right now I'm just sick and sad and shit. I'm completely uninsipred and brough down. I don't know if I'll keep up with this blog cause, firstly, I barely do in the first place, and secondly, no one really reads it so, hah.<br /><br />This week has been pretty fucked up.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-44275073934210688642010-04-09T18:54:00.001-07:002010-04-09T18:56:07.536-07:00so here we are<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkSqBO9wRyUsLLQr1xrU9NabSYDPyGbft3BFQQivnDmVxdUwe-ueW76ktARXMwgY5RPj0kj1oeJc5eiL0xp2DLBD8jsD-6LLkDAOCf6FLRkob33BW15Ll9R5MaK3ES8eMEwT1C9B8vzI/s1600/lovemelikeyou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkSqBO9wRyUsLLQr1xrU9NabSYDPyGbft3BFQQivnDmVxdUwe-ueW76ktARXMwgY5RPj0kj1oeJc5eiL0xp2DLBD8jsD-6LLkDAOCf6FLRkob33BW15Ll9R5MaK3ES8eMEwT1C9B8vzI/s400/lovemelikeyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458321712745034498" /></a><br />I feel normal again. I should have a party over this cause I'm happy.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-14196097204072493222010-04-04T10:07:00.001-07:002010-04-04T10:17:54.351-07:00Photo Adventure Anyone?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4p26tb3a_yA00raWve5cr-LQ1YO578fqHbuOUPP4cbaipsdUWE7xuSt5xZAi6m8U6utFEJ6hQFDqE2YaiZpMoUx8yO_SiYs2eMaaRTPlZdAdT8VwChLEjERO-lksGP_9js9bmKKFgsI/s1600/nehhhhh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4p26tb3a_yA00raWve5cr-LQ1YO578fqHbuOUPP4cbaipsdUWE7xuSt5xZAi6m8U6utFEJ6hQFDqE2YaiZpMoUx8yO_SiYs2eMaaRTPlZdAdT8VwChLEjERO-lksGP_9js9bmKKFgsI/s400/nehhhhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456332632702644594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzSI9SvZOIl2kou_66s3r5PJ0RNZ9ljWjUbNLuQ35tDYwFXO7Jdt-3ktmok_cshFWULm3S_EoxCTk0cl9OgyfTK10pNCw_I3AQxjtmz6NgUtCTInjBQcN8BLx9JETphN1nkbCQxItE4I/s1600/pitymeandmysillyshoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzSI9SvZOIl2kou_66s3r5PJ0RNZ9ljWjUbNLuQ35tDYwFXO7Jdt-3ktmok_cshFWULm3S_EoxCTk0cl9OgyfTK10pNCw_I3AQxjtmz6NgUtCTInjBQcN8BLx9JETphN1nkbCQxItE4I/s400/pitymeandmysillyshoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456332602731161906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52gnFl7s4T0gKIGsPGrbo1-GcdAdfkuiFbYpfIOPi9TF5PJeOOsAmBtJ1RSvxU17GtPEpKKhnt68xjcM541EkpR7GS2VzxydJIJ1wv86yO1vzd7EEUdrp2C_lw58xLryiv-larySWgMg/s1600/showmethesidestreetsinyourlife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52gnFl7s4T0gKIGsPGrbo1-GcdAdfkuiFbYpfIOPi9TF5PJeOOsAmBtJ1RSvxU17GtPEpKKhnt68xjcM541EkpR7GS2VzxydJIJ1wv86yO1vzd7EEUdrp2C_lw58xLryiv-larySWgMg/s400/showmethesidestreetsinyourlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456332586314175298" /></a><br />I dunno what to write about really! Lifes a bitch. Lifes a boring, repetitive bitch. And I'm loving every second of it. <3<br /><br />I am just sitting here watching Americas Next Top Model repeats (I love Allison, the girl with the big eyes)I think they should have a males next top model, just saying.<br />The easter bunny brough me pink hair extensions (yay) and Jones Soda. <br /><br />I really want to go on photo adventures this summer please<3messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-28585201714603523362010-02-12T16:37:00.000-08:002010-02-12T16:57:11.275-08:00you make my dreams come trueeee (doo doo doo doo)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hBFO1rSyQEzAn3ZcVGt9vShVTKegA5K7NNzQlAx-uiEzHFkcv_CVG3L3iR3Di-BLzLkVatJu_n7OlGfU4QfDZVMSAS6bvj0QaIsIIkNePAmkA_qOLJu5MxYLCCfFiYzWtE85daNMMA0/s1600-h/puppydognose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hBFO1rSyQEzAn3ZcVGt9vShVTKegA5K7NNzQlAx-uiEzHFkcv_CVG3L3iR3Di-BLzLkVatJu_n7OlGfU4QfDZVMSAS6bvj0QaIsIIkNePAmkA_qOLJu5MxYLCCfFiYzWtE85daNMMA0/s400/puppydognose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437522560447655394" /></a><br /><br />Life is so boring. And its almost Valentines Day. I think they made up that holiday to make everyone that isn't in love or something along the lines of that feel like crap. Literally.<br />Well, not literally thats disgusting. <br />^^ha 500 Days of Summer refrence. ha. <br /><br />But anyhow, I cant wait until spring. Winter is sooo boring and shit. I mean what is the point? It just makes everyone feel cold and makes pretty things die. <br />I don't get why hell is portrayed as hot. A cold, icy hell seems a lot more devistating. <br />Cold. It = shit. <br /><br />...<br />[:messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-17330104565662996752010-01-18T07:34:00.000-08:002010-01-18T07:36:04.012-08:00drivers ed and ice cream shoppeI'm taking drivers ed. in February and I applied for a job at an ice cream shop. (: Just thought I'd say that. <br />Um bye<br />messyowlmessyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-10060271963163871822010-01-15T19:09:00.000-08:002010-01-15T19:20:41.528-08:00no where to take pictures here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMPYfl94yMID-Q6NcV6SBhviLZY4oejkrdzjJ3tpn3VQkn1PsY7Wcju0lAuOIjwv74WrB6v82u8Pae6ZMI4Se2GTTjSwRwel-_TIxwUNFi7fDCKk8a3Kbvg_ozBOckyNxILcsuCtMEog/s1600-h/vinesses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMPYfl94yMID-Q6NcV6SBhviLZY4oejkrdzjJ3tpn3VQkn1PsY7Wcju0lAuOIjwv74WrB6v82u8Pae6ZMI4Se2GTTjSwRwel-_TIxwUNFi7fDCKk8a3Kbvg_ozBOckyNxILcsuCtMEog/s400/vinesses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427171847160804114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2joYfVjaj9-ME8RINZ5wWNUWaxzQCvFaJxxZ9G6jTLROFgesL8JtGxYZIfsrjJ1pmxs8gkCjWGAPPXZqPI7iuVgLcQXtGYXoH2g7nSF2Rs2yf-rMOx_JkGSOJyHISH5YV7AaRIbetbc/s1600-h/vinesface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2joYfVjaj9-ME8RINZ5wWNUWaxzQCvFaJxxZ9G6jTLROFgesL8JtGxYZIfsrjJ1pmxs8gkCjWGAPPXZqPI7iuVgLcQXtGYXoH2g7nSF2Rs2yf-rMOx_JkGSOJyHISH5YV7AaRIbetbc/s400/vinesface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427171839337649986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />SO bored. Flickr mail me if you're coming to southern Michigan...like Monroe AnnArborish...and want to have a flickr phototaking party. <br />I'm bringing pepper spray in case you're a creeper.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-72657241174707306842010-01-08T18:54:00.001-08:002010-01-08T18:54:56.081-08:00...i'm real sad.<br />i dont know why.<br />...<br />yeah thats all bye.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-5251676369240957962010-01-05T17:23:00.000-08:002010-01-05T17:34:23.836-08:00no pretty pictures. just me trying to be witty.I will write a poem without erasing a word. It might sound stupid but its what comes to mind and I think that's what it was supposed to be. Will be random. Somewhat funny ... maybe. Idk. <br /><br />An eerie cloudy gloom<br />covers your writing room <br />moon splashes through your windows<br />sunlight caught in sparkly crystals <br />Mixing stars<br />writing words on your arms<br />Comparing megapixels. <br />Oceans the sizes of lakes<br />I know that your knees ache <br />But bloody blisters don't look good<br />against the icy snowy ground <br />Excuse me for asking <br />but what exactly was that silent sound?<br />A whisper of wind <br />or moans that twitter is down? <br />Tweaking reality for the good of my mind<br />Silently forgetting there is more than one kind<br />cul-de-sacs lead to dead ends<br />breaking even with our anxious tics <br />and honestly circles make me sickmessyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-85763355138838990032010-01-02T18:58:00.000-08:002010-01-02T19:25:00.871-08:00dropping stomachs and warming hearts.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu_pQQOfqApjGSSX9qJyBiUaFehU20GJC_K-4NTAhxNFmcKrOCmd9cexCxw_otGECvvbnOL7QyWbwzYtq2Gyvp_UQ8CAewuDae74UTbO4LZhBz9_KUQPD3dC9ah9YH-wO7dOckuooeXg/s1600-h/thehouseontheright.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieu_pQQOfqApjGSSX9qJyBiUaFehU20GJC_K-4NTAhxNFmcKrOCmd9cexCxw_otGECvvbnOL7QyWbwzYtq2Gyvp_UQ8CAewuDae74UTbO4LZhBz9_KUQPD3dC9ah9YH-wO7dOckuooeXg/s400/thehouseontheright.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422349209966927058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-xh0Zjn6gXyNaFIAtA6lWwhJvcAhWQ1Jha7QF2StHJet01PE2UNIGSfzv3uCw2-P7QvUaH-Lbd3m5x8sniNjcIVyXPKN5ehso60yZHeKfl6JZNFENDJhV6oVI7GPpp80itDJgKHtlvY/s1600-h/lights!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-xh0Zjn6gXyNaFIAtA6lWwhJvcAhWQ1Jha7QF2StHJet01PE2UNIGSfzv3uCw2-P7QvUaH-Lbd3m5x8sniNjcIVyXPKN5ehso60yZHeKfl6JZNFENDJhV6oVI7GPpp80itDJgKHtlvY/s400/lights!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422349199996540418" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'm terribly confused because dropping stomachs and warming hearts tend to feel the same. Do I feel sad yet grateful or possibly in such great awe but at the same time wanting what everyone else has. Its probably the last one. <br />I suck I suck I suck. <br />My photography sucks<br />My writing sucks<br />My school work sucks<br />My motivation sucks<br />My insides suck<br />My mind sucks <br />My heart sucks<br />My...uhm...I dunno anymore but I could list forever and ever and ever. <br />What a pitiful life I think I have and really its not that bad.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-25204629424179698322009-12-30T15:17:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:54:45.144-08:00the world is a sad sight.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nyvc81KQ3zq8Dri3FWcCtLYbF-Oy4Yd58kxGQNg9fH2WFBplbfiGxvJUduLa8v9QJcFaZbGZQW2Lq3U2D0GEwgkW3B_fv-Pmnzk9CvOGUkF-lnWgQFYAGQZy2uZOUa7wR7V5xtmvZPI/s1600-h/thesebranches.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nyvc81KQ3zq8Dri3FWcCtLYbF-Oy4Yd58kxGQNg9fH2WFBplbfiGxvJUduLa8v9QJcFaZbGZQW2Lq3U2D0GEwgkW3B_fv-Pmnzk9CvOGUkF-lnWgQFYAGQZy2uZOUa7wR7V5xtmvZPI/s400/thesebranches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421180653113897106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg9jWleZ-AxhQpO3PdtuzjJ4mUwUMkIvihuxEAFBmYGzPL4FPkf8xgasVmyDRouJkp1ZnKgteXAs850qGUhzWhBeUWr1v3mcgERgVzGL4pdubZNz8bhpBLhrVshHZylP6gOZVhkA8TEw/s1600-h/thisoldhouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg9jWleZ-AxhQpO3PdtuzjJ4mUwUMkIvihuxEAFBmYGzPL4FPkf8xgasVmyDRouJkp1ZnKgteXAs850qGUhzWhBeUWr1v3mcgERgVzGL4pdubZNz8bhpBLhrVshHZylP6gOZVhkA8TEw/s400/thisoldhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421180644244549282" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm listening to The Postal Service as I write this. I am hoping it will inspire my poetry rather than feed it so they sound too similar...Here we go...<br />ASYLUM <br /><br />I like to tweak my mind<br />and turn thoughts upright<br />Forget the fight<br />the way we behaved last night<br /><br />Influence our sleek tummies <br />Anorexic girls trying to get chubby <br />Sucking on sweet fruits<br />belittling their snow boots<br /><br />Broken heads and beat-up hearts<br />We should have stopped this before it starts<br />Inappropriate photos on Polaroid film<br />escapes the beholder who pushes pins in her wrists <br />awaits the reaction shes grown to resist<br /><br />My head bobs out of the frame<br />My eyes blink as my vocal cords go insane<br />My fingers snap to ignore neck pain<br />Then I smile frequently as I get the blame<br /><br />She cant help but to wash her hands<br />and eat only food that has been canned<br />Afraid of the sun so she gets no tan <br />her feet haven't even touched the sand<br /><br />We swallow our pills<br />with cheap water that spills<br />down our chins<br />She thinks she grows fins<br />Tells me that *they* make her<br />walk barefoot in the winter<br /><br />I nod my head <br />because the tics don't fall dead<br />Sleep is my reverie<br />for me to escape the mentally<br />people who<br />collect my spit<br />(and they plan on cloning me with it) <br /><br /><br />Okay so I've come to terms that I really suck at photography in the winter. I also need to be able to drive so I can actually go places to take pictures at. I really hate not being able to photograph anything because that's the only thing I'm somewhat good at...I can't do sports or clubs because I'm sort of afraid of people and I can't interact well. I like to write but no one appreciates that. I want to be known for something. I want that to be photography. I don't want to be stuck at home all the time being sad with nothing to do.<br /><br />I hate how I get all "prettied up" for a picture then cant manage to get a decent photograph. I hate it. So. Much. <br /><br />Does anyone read my blog? I sort of wish someone would cause then I wouldn't be keeping all of this inside.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-13963972629132264162009-12-28T19:47:00.000-08:002009-12-28T22:58:51.500-08:00i want to be good at something.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbGW3VQ96O-BMxLWB3EwQBx6BMCCBCuqtkSp6RL7LPPB_WeBc6041MyEYjJgUTmLnQ5Himy2ttv3E2SxndD3eCsBbUkc7S9Ev1rgYFnpHA_rCF2fkgUNkFUYS1NjxIPQlcVmOhnwc6UE/s1600-h/yoursister.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbGW3VQ96O-BMxLWB3EwQBx6BMCCBCuqtkSp6RL7LPPB_WeBc6041MyEYjJgUTmLnQ5Himy2ttv3E2SxndD3eCsBbUkc7S9Ev1rgYFnpHA_rCF2fkgUNkFUYS1NjxIPQlcVmOhnwc6UE/s400/yoursister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420548965662476770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReSbuI9Bwk5ZqpR_h2v2mFuEzbm26L_iQc8YXulpV7p4-p4zm1dlAdrAwGQUfmTmbUQpqIDLiiIY2JPgINfm0faRf4isEqvaAknNL8HhRioTyczZ1bx0EjJR6SCZImsNl4_H0nb0jhQE/s1600-h/ezrapound.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReSbuI9Bwk5ZqpR_h2v2mFuEzbm26L_iQc8YXulpV7p4-p4zm1dlAdrAwGQUfmTmbUQpqIDLiiIY2JPgINfm0faRf4isEqvaAknNL8HhRioTyczZ1bx0EjJR6SCZImsNl4_H0nb0jhQE/s400/ezrapound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420548956706608242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRIzvBTVLuTU0nXKA4SBqiHFSOLPTR0D-dFCg-h3YjQUrUkmAxdCTnjttitN02ND1heB2zw4sM3SzWqPAr4WIQ05djxjdutKnhwQgY96CogkDZfWbEgZ3UvYNlWIZUmUqRpC3_Xtz3JI/s1600-h/berriex.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRIzvBTVLuTU0nXKA4SBqiHFSOLPTR0D-dFCg-h3YjQUrUkmAxdCTnjttitN02ND1heB2zw4sM3SzWqPAr4WIQ05djxjdutKnhwQgY96CogkDZfWbEgZ3UvYNlWIZUmUqRpC3_Xtz3JI/s400/berriex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420548953287552802" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't like being unrealistically boring. I so wish I was genuinely good at SOMETHING. I mean I am good at some things like...<br />-stealing pens from people <br />-hoarding owl things<br />-saying "yes" to everything<br />-having creativity block<br />-attracting boys <span style="font-weight:bold;">then</span> being myself...<br />-laughing at the wrong things<br />-being nostalgic<br />-being nostalgic<br />-being nostalgic<br />-being REALLY nostalgic<br />-repeating myself<br />-washing my hands<br />-blinking, snapping, smiling<br />-hitting myself in the head<br />-forgetting which light switch is which <br />-having the "wrong" opinions<br />-staying up too late<br />-getting too close to the wrong people<br />-wishing for the impossible things<br />-forgetting<br />-getting dreams and reality confused<br />-writing, erasing, writing, erasing, writing, erasing.<br /><br />Also, I have GIMP editor because I'm too cheap to get Photoshop and I was wondering...how in the world do you get layers to blend so well with the original picture??? Uhm yeah thats all. Just wondering. (: <br /><br />kthxbye.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-35114504323602112552009-12-27T20:10:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:22:54.312-08:00equality will matter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd1ewWyTYw04TRkmo9EsWxX2PO5yRK6gNa3zHJ8o6SfinmXT-J70KSZLWyXnconU4P5pCUVkLB5H4vH1WBNoXsiHDjXGP4yYS3NR9wQ_0qerZs6omhBBpq_5KH5UPgzDsAHdPQ1LQA9Q/s1600-h/butiwont.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd1ewWyTYw04TRkmo9EsWxX2PO5yRK6gNa3zHJ8o6SfinmXT-J70KSZLWyXnconU4P5pCUVkLB5H4vH1WBNoXsiHDjXGP4yYS3NR9wQ_0qerZs6omhBBpq_5KH5UPgzDsAHdPQ1LQA9Q/s400/butiwont.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420137751545692210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwnNKHsJT1B7giu_ARS1jSSetx0nauwNg5KPt9e3rMLNC8omClmKdlr7qIOSW0RL9551F7lDS9Y1mRKj7WcWBVPe2v5mBhpQJIs6QGoj-vEZJ9VeusDkxOhQSuWCSj7-f4e6YUz7R4Kg/s1600-h/personinthesky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwnNKHsJT1B7giu_ARS1jSSetx0nauwNg5KPt9e3rMLNC8omClmKdlr7qIOSW0RL9551F7lDS9Y1mRKj7WcWBVPe2v5mBhpQJIs6QGoj-vEZJ9VeusDkxOhQSuWCSj7-f4e6YUz7R4Kg/s400/personinthesky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420137743855847170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnczNOYOAMFE5uYqW8qbIDSUK3_CP2zefR13WY2hrjlipL5y_C-8thzIKdwooatRJEMu8NSEG3aBizBj67F6V3hHnCBOB7c6JSZo3NTdtDQwQ2ydrkXx61FRcxUlIwRoJlTjtm-whRum0/s1600-h/lightnesss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnczNOYOAMFE5uYqW8qbIDSUK3_CP2zefR13WY2hrjlipL5y_C-8thzIKdwooatRJEMu8NSEG3aBizBj67F6V3hHnCBOB7c6JSZo3NTdtDQwQ2ydrkXx61FRcxUlIwRoJlTjtm-whRum0/s400/lightnesss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420137737686997202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I've posted 3 times in 1 day. I'm not really succeeding in proving how boring my life is. I suppose I just have a lot to say. Not really specifically about my life but how I wish it would be. <br /><br />I am sitting here, watching Billy Maddison (Adam Sandler is AMAZING) and I think wouldn't it be amazing to do a collab with another photographer on flickr? I think that would be the coolest thing ever. Maybe I'll do that when I can drive. That is if I ever get around to driving. I don't want to drive. I'm terrified. <br /><br />I've also come to realize that I so stole Cari Wayman's blog layout. Sorry! <br /><br />Today I met a very amazing person.<br />It made me realize how judgmental people can be.<br />It made me realize that so many people reject the some most kindhearted people.<br />It made me realize that "one day equality will matter."<br />He said this. I believe it now. <br /><br />Poems are soon to come, I guess. If I can think of any. I'm having a series of blocks. Writersblock, photoblock, moviemakersblock, shoppingblock (or maybe its just my lack of money), and lifeblock. Ha. <br /><br />I gave up on painting months ago. I am not too good. <br />Thats all. Bye.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-58621259760507861722009-12-27T18:28:00.000-08:002009-12-27T19:25:48.945-08:00Uninspired Days.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTToN6BJZmZBTkqcXx5Ddvaa_BECMByHRyovDUz_juF1mMBemfdfhg3Ht6fLjubHHpOsTxqEnOsrXaUf35C5Q4Z-IdFz99j_gIE9j-WER0C5_jo6d1HyA9y2J-MW__tmzLrSVdUf_UB8/s1600-h/Pictures+1356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTToN6BJZmZBTkqcXx5Ddvaa_BECMByHRyovDUz_juF1mMBemfdfhg3Ht6fLjubHHpOsTxqEnOsrXaUf35C5Q4Z-IdFz99j_gIE9j-WER0C5_jo6d1HyA9y2J-MW__tmzLrSVdUf_UB8/s400/Pictures+1356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420121790487326690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvatNtQ_25wqaLhErg8G6tLS53XH8F-Si0QAYKNfX96OhxJTq-SpZtvbjRv8ejAIYLJ9ucsA4xhOGc_eM9FTuCbSn2hHj9wxRmVkmQz1ZUz_HLlqMaokmI8EOao8YpJV13LKYdA7UKSM/s1600-h/herecomessun.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvatNtQ_25wqaLhErg8G6tLS53XH8F-Si0QAYKNfX96OhxJTq-SpZtvbjRv8ejAIYLJ9ucsA4xhOGc_eM9FTuCbSn2hHj9wxRmVkmQz1ZUz_HLlqMaokmI8EOao8YpJV13LKYdA7UKSM/s400/herecomessun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420121788841883698" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am constantly reminding my mind that everyone goes through those patches of freakishly uninspired days. Today is just an extremely rough patch. I don't think I can really "capture a moment" anymore because I spend too much time trying to make the moments happen. <br /><br />A lot is on my mind...believe me. So much more than photography. Boys, health, feelings...and they all fall together somehow. A boy likes me but doesn't know the real me and if he knew my uhm condition then I don't think he would want me and that, well, hurts my feelings. It makes me feel unwanted. <br /><br />I want winter to be over. There is nothing beautiful about winter except for the snow and lights which are rather hard to capture if you are me. If I keep going out at night trying to capture bokeh photos with me sitting in the snow in shorts and a t-shirt all winter...it'll be the death of me. I swear. <br /><br />I might start writing poems about my picture and maybe you'll get the real story behind them...sound good? Great.messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205808307967373944.post-37275350618404046362009-12-27T12:16:00.000-08:002009-12-27T12:21:32.973-08:00screw tumblr.*imagine there is a photo here until i figure out how to add them...it wont let me...*<br /><br />I can't figure out how to use tumblr so I'm just making a blog on here. Its always been much easier to understand. <br /><br />I am rather drawing a blank because I’m trying to type elegant, breathtaking words that will make no sense whatsoever unless you are in fact me. Lately the nostalgia that has seemed to stitch my spine together and hold me upright has flawed and tumbled into the cracks of bone because I cant stand up anymore without a crutch. I have the sickening sweet feeling of longing for someone whom I’ve never met or never had. I tend to talk about this “nostalgia” quite a lot and it may appear that I seemingly mean to but I do not. It just is a natural feeling that has lived with me for forever. I have an attic space filled with nostalgia it seems; pictures of missed loved ones that never existed, poems to a more-than-a-friend friend that I never had (but more than possibly dreamed of having) and whimsical dress up costumes which I don’t know why they are up there. Of course this attic doesn’t exist except for in my mind. In fact, it probably is my mind. Believe me, I am not trying to be lonely. If I were it would be easier to surrender to the fact that I am alone. Does that make sense?messyowlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02729970992081369486noreply@blogger.com0