Quick Rant

After receiving a B in Intro to Photo, it has become clearer to me that maybe I'm just not that great of a photographer. A friend of mine is a good one and on different occasions I've asked him what he sees in some photos because it seems that artists just have a different eye for these kinds of things. All this time I just took what I thought looked cool, when maybe there should be a little more thought behind what I'm taking. Or maybe not? maybe photography is just a big subjective hoax and deep down it is about what simply catches the eye.

maybe i just need a new camera. har har.





Graduation in less than 48 hours. Thoughts coming soon.

The Bikery. The Downfall of My Life.

when i was looking for my first job, i wasn't thinking Stop & Shop for 3 and 1/2 years. I was mostly thinking that i should get a job because that's what teenagers did and it was time i had dipped my hand in the job market. as i was searching my cousin was really big into bikes. i was too but the difference was that i liked freestyle bikes, like the ones you'd see at the X-games or something. my cousin on the other hand was into mountain/marathon kind of bikes. when i mentioned i was looking for a job he took me to the bike shop he goes to called The Bikery up in Montclair. right away i was thinking 'man these bikes are for old folks.' they sold Gary Fisher bikes. i mean come on right? you yourself may not know much about bikes but i was big into the freestyle brands like GT, Haro, Schwinn...and Gary Fisher? needless to say i wasn't too excited, but my cousin kept recommending, "yeah you should work here, they are real cool and you'll learn a lot." immature me was thinking "man idk, these bikes aren't my thing and i'll be afraid to mess up. on top of that i'd like to make friends my age, not become buddy buddy with the late 20's/early 30's crowd." days later i remember that i called them up and the owner said 'yeah come by for an interview.' I never did...instead...i chose Stop & Shop and spent the nearly 4 years of my teenage life rotting behind a self-scan machine. it seems like a minute detail in life now. i mean everyone's had those 'bottom up jobs we'd like to forget' but looking back on it, i clearly think i made the wrong choice. instead of standing around for years at Stop & Shop, i could have been working with my hands, learning, making use of my mind. who knows, maybe that could have changed the course of everything. maybe instead of being weeks away from graduating Rutgers with a psychology degree, i would have been graduating NJIT with engineering or something. maybe that's a stretch, and i guess i can just file that under one of the many 'what if's' that i'm leaving as my trail.

I Like Phone Booths.

Phone Booths are gangsta...in Black and White. and possible with a better camera. and more creativity.

More Visuals.

just random stuff i may or may not have handed in.

Things of That Sort.

Photo ideas for project 2. I took these, but once again, I look down on them.

Amateur.

Photos from my first project. Hoping to get better because I'm not liking these. It feels really generic and I need to get a knack for finding creativity in the environment. Here they are for your viewing nontheless.

Twenty - Two on 22

So on the 22nd, I actually turned 22. It was a quiet day, which is usually how I like it just cuz I guess I like to not create a big deal out of things. The actual day itself didn't turn out too bad. While my classes were hell and it seems like my arm will fall off on mondays and wednesdays due to the amount of notes I have to take...I ended the day with the gf at Pizza Hut. Nothing fancy. Last year I remember we went to Morton's Steakhouse, which was good but it's safe to say that 22 is much less eventful than the special venues or events held on a 21st birthday. Anyway, I wanted to Pizza Hut, and since the last time I was there on my birthday was probably my 14th, I figured what the hell? Breadsticks, Wings, and Pizza...I'm happy. simple.

What's not so simple is this whole 'getting old' feel that grabbed a hold of me for all of about 10 minutes that day. it's a little intimidating, seeing that the real world is not too far behind. The world's gonna kick my ass just like how it's kicking my parent's ass. (death to Red Ribbon, and the incoming Jollibee and incoming Chow King...but that's a different story). I'm just starting to feel the pressure to perform after i get out of college. Landing a job with a psych major is really tough but I'm hoping i can land something and not take too many shots, and hope for the bell to ring to get me out of this round...so to speak. This is the situation i put myself in so I just gotta deal with it cuz it's too late now to say 'hey mom you were right, i should have become a nurse.'

so 22? it's only been a day but right now it feels a whole lot like 21...but ask me again in the fall.