diptych love

My very first roll of film ever. 300 asa 24exp kodak gold film.
You might be aware of my fascination of the sun shining through tree skeletons. I'm a little obsessed.



although you can't see it, there are birds flying right in the center of the picture.










bounty vs. scarcity, earth vs. sky. I like this one...

Noombers!

I am really enjoying my life now. I shall numerize.
1. Life is tasty. As in I'm choosing to bite into it.
2. I am part of my school newspaper. This is a 3-pronged deal. I have an official job, which is to edit everything in the paper (YAY). I am part of the internship-ish, workshop-ish class that the job goes with, and I'm in an editing class, where I get to edit more things. The kids (or adults? I'm the youngest of all of 'em) on Quo Vadis, the paper, are really fun to be around. MCC has always been sort of an isolated place for me, the poor lil' high schooler who is randomly in your college class. Now I am one of them. And it's nice. Not to mention our secret office with couches and computers and a special key code to enter.
3. I am not as depressed as I was last week. I get depressed when I'm not busy. Winter break was fun when I was busy, and not so much when I was not. When I have nothing to do, I have plenty of time to drag out the minuscule things in my corridors of my life that I'm really not happy about, i.e. social life (because that's why God made me, to go to people's parties, right? NOT.) or other equally ridiculous things. It feels good to call them ridiculous now because a week ago I took them very seriously and I was very sad.
4. I'm about to go to Costco and get my first roll of film put on CD. Expect pictures posted this afternoon!

Seventeen

I actually wrote this the night I turned seventeen. I had thought I lost it. Poetry always finds its way back to you.

I am seventeen
and ripe for the plucking.
In the darkest, driest season
I am blossoming
In the winter, when the harvest is over,
I am alive with love.
When the rabbits flee to their holes
and the world curls up to sleep
I am awake and laughing.
I can fly farther than the starling
as it hurries to warmth
I can run faster than the deer
in the secret of the night.
I can tell you all you wish to know
for I am the wisest of creatures.
I am seventeen
clinging to this frozen branch, my home.
You may say I am the last of the summer
but I am the first sign of spring.

some update-age

Hello everybody...what up? Hope you are wearing nice thick socks and are comfy sitting at your computer chair.

Now for news.
I GOTS ME A CAMERA. I've always been interested in lo-fi photography (lo-fi: vintagey, dreamy looking antique pictures) but the cameras out there have been mucho expensive...not to mention film and processing and all that stuff. But I found a good'un: the Superheadz Golden Half. It's a Japanese toy camera, which means it's weensy. It takes half pictures, so that on a 36exp roll, you get 72 pictures. Win. So I caved and bought it. This is how cute it is.

I am excessively excited about it, and as soon as I am done talking to this box, i'm running outside to take some pictures. Which I will put on the blog asap.

It just shows how modern and jaded I am to take a picture, then look at the back panel of the camera to see what the picture looked like.

Anyways, I'm psyched about that, and the newspaper getting up and running, and classes starting again, and finishing my last 4&1/2 months of high school with a bang. or at least a slightly loud noise of some sort that will be noticed by one or several neighbors.

BYE

Oh, and...

2010 better be awesomer than 2009...
...which wasn't so hot for Jo.

ffffphoooooooh

Thar be the sound of me blowing off my dusty musty blog.

*creeaaaak*

That was the sound of me opening the cover of my imaginary blog.

*scribble scribble*

I'M TIRED. Wanna know why? Because I'm old and lazy and haven't worked out since I was on a swim team in 9th grade. My new year's resolution: work out more.

NOT BECAUSE I THINK I'M FAT. Sheeminy. Because I like being able to walk up the stairs without getting red in the face.

Stop laughing.

Not that going jogging helped. I use jogging in the loosest way possible. It was more of a bouncy walk. I bouncy-walked to my friend's house IN THIS WEATHER MIND YOU with tears of freezing running down my face, in my ghetto, I-grew-out-of-all-my-sweatpants, 80's workout getup. Yes ma'am, in public.

By the time I got across town, I was both humiliated and completely dead.

But my friend Caitlin and I went jogging anyway. in the cold. mostly uphill.

I get a call in the afternoon, when the feeling has mostly returned to my body, when I have already vowed to

1. spend the rest of the day not walking
and
2. never go jogging in the morning in january ever again.

I answer the phone and who is it but my dear friend Melissa, who asks me to cover her sister's shift at Chick-fil-A.

I'm noble and wonderful and I like money, so I say yes.

Hang up.

Regret it.

Regret it even more seven hours later as I whimper-limp out into the mall parking lot.

Sooooo.....anybody know any good leg stretches?