persona series

So yesterday Patrick and I met up with J. Trav to do some photos from his persona series. For those of you who don't know, the persona series is photos of different people around atlanta with a matching photo of their "everyday essentials". Basically, you empty out your bag for the world to see, and J. Trav takes a picture. I really love the idea. Anywhoo, here is how they turned out:

That is all.

Christmas Time!!

Hooray, it's Christmas time! Patrick and I have gotten a tree and I've wrapped presents and put them underneath. Today we're getting lights and putting the ornaments up. Also, Kelly and I are planning on doing some serious baking in the next 2 weeks. Basically, I'm being way more proactive about Christmas this year than I was last year.

I'm super excited about going to New Jersey this year. Maybe we'll have a white Christmas? That would be a first for me. I can't wait to drink the goose, eat cookies, and visit the Cake Boss.

YAY CHRISTMAS!!

Ps: Sorry about this spastic post.

( Also, pictures to follow.)

Modern Poetry

Thanks to social networking, its extremely easy for ex boyfriends and such to send you drunken/angry/whatever messages whenever they feel like it. A few days ago I started receiving odd comments on my myspace from a guy I dated briefly when I first started high school. (He apparently does a lot of mushrooms and acid now, which explains the strange nature of his comments.) Anywhoo, it was very clear that this guy was trying to start a fight with me, for whatever reason. Eventually he sent me a message with this following:

I was looking for a fight. We didn't ever have much in common Amy. You fight for glory, and I fight with glory. What we are is the very force that let the blade drop perfectly between us..Still, hate me forever, and I'll love you twice as long. I am having a truely nice life by the way, thanks. this one's for you, love.

What you are not:

Beautiful, an enchanting believer

Anyone to draw new curtains for a reborn theater

A joy, nor a vision

A girl who carries curiosity, or one believe in

A jewel to be found alone among stone…

What you are:

A key not to forgetting the past, but to dancing with its bloody rotting weight

Pushing us down

A monster who kills to love what could only be found

Dead, in a preserved living portrait

Painted with a hand holding a brush

Holding everything you are

Colorful, inspiring sadness

That which could not love

In a world to understand

You.

written September 4th, 2009

by Tim


Would anyone care to translate? I don't speak hippie.

Emotional retardation.

Dear Journal.

I haven't posted in a while. And now is not an ideal time since I've recently consumed 4 (very heavy) vodka & sodas. But alas, here I am.

I recently finished reading "The Time Travelers Wife", which I loved. The problem being that I got so wrapped up in the story that I lost track of my actual emotions. This tends to happen to me with books. I'm hoping my emotional IQ is back up to par after a few days lacking the graceful writing of whatever-the-authors-name-is.

Also, I am in school. But it's rather boring. I'm in a math class for invalids and my english is extremely dull. My art class, however, is very interesting. (Not to mention the teacher is something nice to look at.) Mostly I sit around and wait for hours for class to start. Southernpoly is a really uninteresting campus.

Anywhoo, that is my update for this evening. I hope you enjoyed my drunken ramblings.

-A.

Eat your heart out.

There are two videos that I think everyone should see. They both made me cry.

The first is rather long, but well worth it. Its an episode of MTV's 16 and Pregnant. The series follows around a different girl each episode (6 in all) for 5-7 months during/after their pregnancy. This particular episode is quite the tear-jerker. At first glance you would think these kids are typical 16-year-old idiots, but after watching the episode I came away with a great respect for both of them. They overcame their horrible parents judgement and bad advice, and ultimately gave their daughter up for adoption. If you have 45 minutes to spare, this video is very touching.

16 and Pregnant- Catelynn
(If you like the show, I also suggest watching Maci's story. Also very inspirational.)

The other video is 5 minutes and has won some awards, I'm not sure what though. Through old photos and an interview the video tells of a widower's life without his wife of 60-some years. (She passed away last year)
Prepare to cry.

A Life Alone

That is all.

-Amy.

Knott family gatherings.

So, this week is my vacation time in New Hampshire for Patrick's cousin's wedding. I arrived last night after a very long trip. (up by 3:30, on a plane by 5:30, in Phili for 3 hours and then on to New Hampshire.) I was physically and emotionally drained as I had nearly had a nervous breakdown on the plane. (I'm a terrible flyer. Take offs and landings make me want to puke my guts out.) Despite this, I was extremely nervous/excited about meeting Patricks extended family. I was warned about the amount of alcohol that would be drunk, the crazy uncle that would try to kiss me on the mouth, and the aunt that is (truthfully) a total jerk.

Still, nothing could have prepared me. Having lived in the south my entire life, I've only heard the "redneck accent" and sometimes the "old southern money accent", but never have I ever heard the New England accent in person. Fan. tastic.

It's what you would expect from a large "northern" family. Loud, fighting, "go sox!", and lots of alcohol going around. I had 3 cocktails in the few hours we were there. Honestly, I really enjoyed it. Especially winning at their little family dice game. (They play a game called LCR which involves everyone betting 3 dollars. I lost the whole game and then won at the last second. I heard a cousin angrily call out, "Who let the ten year old play the game?" Bitterness is not attractive!)

Anyway, now I'm officially hungover, downing a cup of coffee and anxiously awaiting the next family gathering...

ps: I'M FOLOTD of the day! FAMOUS!

Angry rant sesh.

I'm just going to go on record and say that this internship is not working.
Fred Duffer is a flake. Everytime I'm "scheduled" to come in, it gets cancelled.
The woman who owns the production company is extremely rude and probably going through menopause.
But the point is I JUST WANT TO LEARN FINAL CUT PRO.

Also, I'm the grim reaper for cars. Every time I get in one, things fall off or break. While my air conditioning is being fixed I have been driving my dads car. As I was driving home from work tonight the lights in the dash and the headlights went out. (On a random road in Powder Springs with no street lights, by the way.) Within five seconds of putting the car in park in the driveway it completely died. Every car I touch turns to scrap metal.

My job sucks.

//end rant.

Good day.