Three Souls

Alex. Kiyna. Bethany. We all have blue eyes.

I like these two souls. They've been my best friends for practically forever.

I can't remember a time when I didn't know Kiyna.

She is what people would call a "good listener." Because she does listen. In a good manner. And she thoughtfully and honestly responds to what you say.

I met Alex in the third grade. People say we look alike. And everyone says she looks like Bella Swan. Everyone.

She is adventurous and strong. And she never hides the epitome of her character.

Sometimes the three of us synchronize our laughter. Unintentionally. 

Sometimes we blast "Colors of the Wind" in the car. 

Sometimes we have inside jokes about tire-spinning, potato bugs, and ankles.

And they don't even shun me when I abbreviate words. They just pick up on the habit, instead. 

Everyone needs friends who don't shun them when they abrevs evs.

Limited Slumber Equals Limited Patience

I wrote up a post. I put a couple insignificant pictures in it. The layout kept being difficult. So I gave up, for a minute. Maybe I'll post it tomorrow.

As for now, 

I wrote chapter five. If you didn't know, a couple friends and I are writing a story, via blog. The chapters I write start out in yellow. Kiyna's in blue. Alex's in purple. Just so you can keep track.

Hearing: Gone

You know the feeling when you have to turn the headphones' volume up for a video, then when you go back to your music it deafens you? I just re-discovered that feeling. Now I think I'm deaf, guys.

I haven't poemed anything in a while.

I haven't shot anything in a while.
             The camera kind of shoot.

Here is a small playlist of music I blast in the car, in my headphones, or otherwise.

My new deodorant smells like laundry detergent. A lot. It's true. Whether you wanted to know about my deodorant scent or not.

I think I just became a follower of like 548 new blogs. More or less.

I just like people. And their blogs.

The Longest Day of My Life [or just of the year]

Two years of being out of high school. It's been a swell, swell two years. I am pretty sure I liked being in high school; don't get me wrong. But I like being out of high school better. Much, much better.

Happy Solstice, everyone. It's the longest day of the year. Hate to burst your bubble, but starting tomorrow, the days will get shorter.

Saying "their" instead of "he or she" [or instead of just "he". I'm fine with that.] is grammatically incorrect.

I bought a couple of my tees from Target today. It was only necessary.

Here's my photography blog. I guess I'm going to photograph families now, too.

Clothing Style: Apathetic. I Feel Like Tacos.

target.com

So, I'm wearing this shirt right now. But that's not me in the picture, and my shirt is a large.

I'm not a large.

But it was five bucks, it's comfortable, and the color is nice. And I would wear it every, single day if I didn't care a bit about my social life.

I basically wear it every day.

That might explain my social life.

It's been through the washer probably more times than a normal, I-wear-this-shirt-once-every-seven-months shirt.

I haven't figured out why I'm so obsessed with wearing it, exactly.

But there are more colors at Target, and I'm considering replacing every shirt I own with a bunch of these large tee shirts.

Carnival

Don't be deceived.

Because this picture was taken before the nonsense started.

I was a little more green, after the fact.

[1] New Message

You know in the movies when the person boots the computer and it says, "You've got mail"?

Too bad that never happens to me. Instead, a little bubble tells me that I have no storage on my laptop. So I close the bubble. And apparently I really don't have any storage on my laptop, because as soon as I close that message, a new one saying the same thing pops up.

It's like my computer is trying to speak to me, or something.

It's like my computer is full of photographs.

It's like I really don't want to put any of my photographs onto CDs.

It's Here

My photography blog is up.

             This is weird.

                         I hope people don't hate me.

Oh, and if you ever want to watch a movie that was made in 1958 about some menfolk traveling to Venus, come visit my house. My mom and older sister are watching it right now. It's pretty educational. Now I know that if I ever go to Venus, I won't need to bring any oxygen. Venus has that covered.

Weezer & Parties & Feet

I dreamed about Weezer music two nights in a row. Two mornings in a row, I woke up with Weezer songs in my head.

I'm listening to my Weezer playlist on Grooveshark right now. I haven't in a while. Lately, I have just swallowed the two Cd's in my car, instead.

Hey, we partied today. Niece's birthday.

Jillian's hair looks ridiculously long in this picture. 

This has nothing to do with the party.

We trampolined at the party.

So I took pictures of jumping feet.

And my own feet. I do this a lot, I've noticed.

Now go listen to some Weezer.

Ebony & Ivory

I enjoy when the northern hemisphere of the globe 

is slightly turned toward the center of our solar system.

All You'll Ever Need to Know

The best way to start off the day is to start it off with an interview.

If you ever want to learn how to sell a pen, interview at a photography studio.

An interview is going well when the interviewer thinks you are one of the other applicants named Brittany, rather than Bethany.

When you firmly shake someone's "dead fish" handshake and you feel a bone in their hand slightly pop, it's probably a good sign.

It's as good a time as any to feel put on the spot and intimidated when you are asked to take some pictures of the interviewer.

"Why do you want to work here?" is a completely fair and intelligent question. Because nobody works for a paycheck, anymore; there's always some other deep, penetrating reason to be seeking employment.

It probably means you got the job if the interviewer takes .27 seconds to look over the pictures you took of her.

Two Introductions

Oh, how I adore music videos.

They're fantastic.

This one is new. Brand new. Today new.

I enjoy it. It's nice. But I probably still like their "Bloom" video best. Although, this one has the same air of artistry. And the song makes my heart squelch.

                     

           Also, a couple comrades and I are compiling a story. Read the first chunk of a chapter here.

           I think you may enjoy it. Because I did. And now I am supposed to follow that up. Wish me luck.

Petaled

I don't think that daisies are the friendliest flowers. I think that blossoms are. But there were plenty of daisies while I was shooting [photography style], the other day. There were plenty of lacking-blossoms. So I snapped some daisies into my camera.

Single Lens Reflex

There are six hundred new photos on my computer from two shoots yesterday, and I still feel like the collection is significantly lacking.

I haven't done much to my photography blog since the last time I talked about it. I just don't have the details figured out, yet. [The pricing. How long each shoot will be. What kinds of shoots I want to do. How I want it all to go down. Essentially, all the things that people actually care about.]

There is still still so much I need/want to learn about digital photography. It sounds so much more appealing to just work with film. When I used my dad's film SLR forty centuries ago, I knew that camera. It would work how I wanted it to work. 

But I can get my digital Es El Ar to do what I want, but with less flow, it sometimes seems.

I feel like film is more of an art, and digital is more of a convenience. 

Float On

I found this on MSN after I checked my email. It is lovely.

Now I want to levitate.

Plus, here's this. It's called The Paper Kites On Facebook Is Giving People Free Downloads of 'Bloom' [remember that song?] and 'Featherstone'.

I am quite pleased, right about now.

Away, Away

I'm running away. Far, far away. Where? There. Over there. Way, way over there. Over where? To that place, Contented-Grins Square and then Etcetera Lane. And so on.

Photo'd

I went photo shooting with Jessica today.

This is my favorite photographic result.

Bargain Again

When I cleaned my room, I looked at my closet. I asked myself, "Who am I? Where am I going? And why am I in this handbasket?"

And, "I wonder how much the most expensive shirt in this closet was."

So I did a quick run-through.

People, I need to start limiting myself in the bargains.

Has that even ever been said by anybody?

Cleaned

I cleaned it.

I cleaned it, I cleaned it, I cleaned it.

The room is clean.  And soon, it will be painted non-overwhelming shade of splendid.

And today, I took some pictures with my film camera.

And I like film better than digital. I always have. But I was distracted, for a minute.

But then you can't see all your pictures right when you take them. You have to wait and wait.

Also, I am starting to feel out of the loop, lacking in bright lipstick, and all.  I'm not sure how I feel about this, quite yet.

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall

Children, Coldplay is quite alive.

New single. I'm still deciding its value.

Too bad I am broke. Because even if I decide that the song is worth purchasing at this time, too bad for me.

But. New album soon to be released, apparently. I am quite alright with this newfound fact.

Web Log

Twoooo Things:

It's easier to clean a closet bedroom than a normal-sized bedroom.

If the shoe doesn't fit, your name must not be Cinderella.


Plus, I have a blog. You're reading it right now. But that's not the blog I am talking about. It's a blog called a photography blog. The Bethany Johnson Photography kind. Except you can't see it yet. And also, that was weird saying my last name on here.

My last name is that, human beings of the world.

Speaking of human beings, there are some of those in the above photograph. Legs of humans. The picture is called "Ivory Justice". This is a picture that will probably not be on my photography blog. Because I plan on taking pictures of the face kinds of things, rather than the leg kinds of things.

Sometime soon I'll show you my photography blog.

Perhaps.