Happy Birthday To Me!
July 3, 2008 at 02:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
My latest obsession
When Miley Cyrus first started to saturate the national consciousness by way of Hannah Montana, I wanted to hate her, I really did. When I saw the grotesquely tacky Hannah Montana DVDs filling up entire walls at Blockbuster, I would shudder and say something like, "remember when kids' TV used to be good?" I couldn't stand the psuedo-rockstar clothing that she was sporting or her fakefakefake blonde wig or the fact that her name was Hannah Montana. At that point I had never heard the name Miley Cyrus and I had never heard her sing or watched her on TV. All I knew was that little girls all over the world basically thought that she was the second coming of Jesus and it kind of scared me. It was actually kind of easy to hate her.
That is until I heard this album. It's no secret that I have incredibly questionable taste in music. I bought (as in SPENT MONEY) on Hilary Duff's albums, if that says anything at all about the kind of music I sometimes enjoy. I was no match for Miley's scientifically-designed-to-be-infectious teen-bop tunes. It's the kind of music that makes me want to have pillow fights and jump up and down on my bed while singing into a hairbrush and making smores. I couldn't help but try to convert all of my friends to Miley-dom at any opportunity I got. "You have to listen to this!" I would beg. "It's really not that bad, really!"
June 19, 2008 at 08:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)
Happy Birthday, Mom!
May 29, 2008 at 12:18 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Coney Island Adventure
About a week ago, Katrina and I decided to go to Coney Island at five in the morning to take pictures. My father was visiting me for the weekend, so we decided to enlist him as our official driver on the excursion. My father wisely decided to go to bed at ten the previous night, but I decided that I'd rather stay up until two in the morning having a room-painting party in my living room. I woke up at four in the morning to take a shower and by 5am on the dot, we were off.
If there's one thing that I've learned from the whole experience, it is that trying to remember anything on two hours of sleep is probably not a good idea. As soon as we arrived at Coney Island, I realized that I had forgotten the white canvas that I wanted to photograph on the beach. This wasn't much of a big deal, though, and after a moment spent mourning the thought of what could have been, I shrugged it off and went forth to photograph the early morning theme park. I reached into my bag to retrieve my camera and found, much to my horror, that the slot for the SD card was wide open and without the card.
May 27, 2008 at 05:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
The Stranger
May 26, 2008 at 03:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)