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[15 Mar 2009|11:23pm] |
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If I think about my past and cry, what does that say about my right now?
I was looking through my ipod for some nice music to fall asleep to. Unfortunately pretty much everything reminds me of someone/somewhere. Sometimes that's a good thing, but those people are usually not in my life anymore which just bums me out. Sometime soon I'm going to make a list of those reminders.
I left my door open all night so there are about five little bugs flying around my computer screen because it's the only light in my room right now. It's oddly pleasant. They look like tiny dragonflies.
I miss you, San Diego.
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[12 Mar 2009|02:09am] |
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I thought about Dustin last night. Two years is coming up soon, it still doesn't seem real. I have so many "I wish" and "I should have" thoughts but I know there's nothing I could have done. Things happen how they are supposed to happen, nothing could have changed unless someone knew the future. Nineteen is too young and he was too good of a person. My heart still hurts and I'm sure it always will. I've had the strangest dreams about him. None in which we talked. He was just there, usually in the distance. The last dream I had, everyone was saying he was there but he was just a ghost that I couldn't see. I hope he's happy where ever he is and I hope there really is somewhere that we'll get to see him again.
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[12 Mar 2009|01:52am] |
We had to write an artist statement for our portfolio review. I'm pretty pleased with what I came up with.
"I have always been able to find the most beauty in mundane and unexpected places. Photography is my way of showing this beauty. I feel as though I enter a new world when I am taking photographs. I see the world broken down into its most elemental forms. I see the door hinge lost in the gravel and the unusual shadow in the driveway of a house. I take photographs of objects and places where people may not generally see beauty in hopes to expand their perception of what is beautiful. Photography and art have been present in my life since I can remember. I have grown up with a mother who is an artist, two uncles who are photographers, and a grandmother with a passion for art. I cannot imagine my life without the presence of photography as it has been an essential part of my life and who I am thus far."
Last week seemed very quiet. It was cloudy and never rained.
Maybe the quietness was what I needed to deal with stress.
It's spring break, already half over, and I haven't accomplished anything.
I guess that's pretty much how my life goes, I did bake today and that was on my list.
I have yet to feel relaxed, and it's been this way for almost three weeks.
I'm not sure at this point where my stress is coming from, but it's there.
I've just now started to enjoy school and I've only got a year left. Figures.
Anyways, I submitted a few stencil pieces to a show that's at Cartel Coffee Lab this month and will be downtown at Conspire next month.
It's kind of nice to be in something art related without doing photography.
I'm starting to love doing other forms of art just as much as photography and it's good.
I need to get myself motivated doing something, I feel like I have yet to find that one thing that will always get me going.
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[16 Jun 2008|06:43pm] |
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I'm sick of people being fake and unreliable. The only reliable people in my life currently are Josh and my parents. Sweet. It's too bad I won't be completely happy until I get close with a few new friends. That's the only thing missing in my life. That, and California. Unfortunately the lifestyle choices I've made have resulted in me being completely picky about who I get to know, which has resulted in me not knowing anyone. I think I just expect/want too much out of people. Maybe that'll turn out to be a good thing.
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[19 Apr 2007|01:28am] |
Big Nig, you're amazing and we love you.
R.I.P.
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