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Some of my most recent photographs/prints made for my Photography class.
I really enjoyed this assignment and was pretty happy with the outcome of these prints.














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Tonight I said fuck it.
Raised two fingers in the air and showed the crowd.
You? yeah you.

Grand story I must say,
Sitting at the bar minding my own business.
When another rapper guy, *sigh*, sits down and is hands on physically aggressive.
(I don't play nice, I especially do not play nice to a hands on approach)
I ask him politely to not continue to touch me...ever. While he continues
to ask me if we can do dinner and if we are on verge of a break up.

Touches my back again...ever so slightly, ever so gently.

At this point I'm through with hearing about how he made songs with Timberland and how he just got signed. He buy's me a drink (I requested MGD tap) and thinks it's his que to continue to attempt to caress my back.

Negative my friend.
Get your life right. You've aged prematurly and you looked geekend the fuck out of your
mind sir.

Apparently he takes the hint and begins to hit on my friend.

He leaves 15 dollars to much stashed on the bar after his tab is paid.
I take the extra $10 bill and call it even.
Thank you bartender, you've been phenomenal. Oh that $5, yes. That is all him, generous isn't he?

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"The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."

A quote I needed to hear today.

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Create.

Hi again.
I've had these pieces laying around the cribs for a minute. Thought I should share. This is what I like to do on my free time.



Triptych.





Process Piece I did for my studio class. 30 days and nights of gluing my hair to a matte board. Kind of creep star right? IFUCKINLOVEITYAR.



Reconstruction of an older piece I was unsatisfied with. Wish I would of had a before shot. Major improvement *two thumbs up with a side of cheesy grin*


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Check out this creep star.



I love him immensely.

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Yes. I love this.

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Messin' W/ Sasquatch

Society sometimes makes me feel like the 'squatch, even though I'm 5'6".

I am so very confused on what move to make next. I have someone whispering pleasant things in my ear yet those words are now followed with doubt. I don't want to be his fool again.

How do I know for sure that what he says is truth? Do I simply leave it alone due to the fact that I CANT decipher the truth from the false? That I will never really know?
People don't change, right?

A little help please?

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Bottled Water Crisis.

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Not so beastly.

But rock stars regardless.

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I Love This Dress. The End.

LT

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-Couple shots of a fellow member of the wolf pack; Natasha.

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Pull the Technological Trigger

That chatroulette is a funny little thing. Actually, it's huge. Full of crazies, but also of some interesting ppl. & not just from the US. It's amazing some of the ppl you meet & how they know OUR language, but we don't know theirs.

I just got done chatting w/ a guy from Poland. Knew his English better than me. We started chatting about things & he expressed how he saw good in me-something he didn't expect from an American, he later stated. I told him not everyone was bad; that there was bad all across the globe & that there was a little bit of good dropped in each area, hidden, like a treasure.

We then chatted about music. This artist was his favorite-O.S.T.R.
Check out the video. You might not speak the language, but the message is clear.

LT

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"A picture speaks a thousand words."

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As a...eh em, you know, female.

I see now, with time and age, that the American female gender is bread from day one to achieve a certain goal; True love:

Fairy tales, Disney movies, kitchen toy sets, creepy plastic baby dolls...etc etc.
We all want to be the star princess in our own classic Disney movie, eventually falling into the arms of our own "prince charming."

LOVE.
LOVE!
LOVE?

The complete saturation of the female brain in finding this bliss deemed true love, it is our greatest character flaw.

But I don't think it's our genders fault at hand. I believe its how we are raised. Clockwork Orange, eyes peeled back type jazz.


Looks quite painful yes? Well shit. Love IS painful.

Love ,if and when found, is fine and dandy.

BUT it starts to become a bit hazardous when all a woman craves to obtain is finding the ONE and FINALLY completing the mega-ritual of marriage.

I got semi lucky in the department of prince charming brain washing mode. My parents moved here from Brazil when they were about my age so I wasn't necessarily spoon fed these ideals of finding a perfect man, quite the opposite in fact. Although, I DID grow up here and thus was introduced to all the pleasant things,ideals, toys, etc. that little girls tend be submersed in growing up fembot in America.

It makes complete sense why we have love crazed, life abandoning women running full fledged around the streets in full on PCZM.
(Prince charming zombie mode.)

Get hot.
Any hot guys here?
Oh, there's one.
Lets play a cat and mouse game, interested?
Of course you are, because I have something you want.
Fuck. Why hasn't he called me back?!
A little help help here please?

That's the bull shit I'm talking about. If you haven't personally experienced you are one of the few lucky individuals YET...
Positive you are the one dishing advise out to these lost souls left and right.

Ladies, it's way passed due to hit the off switch.
The only love that should be constantly taunting the mind is the obtainment of loving yourself.

On that note. I'm going to clean MY house, and go have a beer with MY girlfriends, minimal makeup, and possibly wearing the same dingy outfit I wore the evening prior.


Goodnight.

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So So tired of dealing with the bull.
Okay Brain, guess what... I get it!!
Now can you stop piecing the puzzle pieces together so gracefully of all the ways I got diarrhea sharted on?



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Insomnia Leads to Treasures

When you stay up late at night and are midly conscious and you flip through the channels, sometimes you find treasures. This is a mighty treasure to me.

Warning: Do not do drugs and watch this. Your brain would probably explode. Enjoy.

Xavier: Renegade Angel
Shown on Cartoon Network

Lady Gaga-Telephone ft. Beyonce

So I'm reallllly not a big Lady Gaga fan but you guys have got to check out this video.
Not only does it have a cameo by The Pussy Wagon, but it's also opens with a shot of Lady Gaga's vage...

Not sold?

All those reasons to spare the extra ten minutes and keep them eyes peeled do quite well but the reason that fits my little bumble box best is the spectacular FUCKING job the editor and art director did in making this. Good grief. Check it.



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One of the few highlights of my life.
I've watched all of these mini episodes and often find myself speaking in Cat Face tongue.

Cat Face, friends. Friends, cat face.




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EYEOFTHETIGER.

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I Dream Of Lemons.

There's nothing worse than seeing your dream being crushed before your heart filled eyes.
No matter how big or small that dream may be.
I was raised as an infant to believe that If you really want something, you can GET it no matter WHAT. So I've always fought, and received, anything I've ever desired in my life (true story).
So what happens when the dream you've possessed for so long is completely out of your control?
The dream I held for almost two years didn't just involve me, it involved a boy.
And instead of me giving up on that dream, not craving it anymore, he crushed that shit with his bare hands.
Blam. My dream was no longer a dream anymore. It was a fictional fairy tale fed to me.
So now the question is.

Is it STILL my dream? Although based on and built upon lies? Does that dream change to fit the circumstances? Or, now that I am aware of the grave truth. Does that dream vanish?

Its like always dreaming of having a certain beautiful, fast, luxurious ride. Then when you finally obtain the funds to make it yours, you find out about its horrible gas mileage, it's tendency to break down, and its problematic lemon ways.

Do you bare with its flaws and purchase that dream car anyways? Or do you move on, accepting the truth, watching the dream become merely a silly idea of the past?

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Because I felt like it.



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For some reason I felt like writing.
I never write anymore, I'm not really sure why it is that I don't. Perhaps because I find people who must and do speak their mind whenever and wherever possible a little disturbing and obnoxious. But I'm not writing to speak my mind, I'm writing to write.
Last time I wrote I ended up ripping the pages out of my over sized black sketchbook with these heart felt words plastered throughout, out, and shipping them off via UPS to an EX who had inspired words which, at the time I thought were genuine, yet were based merely on a facade. I cared nothing for those words anymore and merely wanted them out of my possession and them out of site.
Now I find myself sitting at my laptop spilling out random thoughts that surge into my brain that somehow then find their way to the ends of my fingertips.
I feel like Carrie Bradshaw the curly headed cute petite girl with the fabulous wardrobe yet instead of some type of overpriced sugar filled cocktail at hand, I sip on the all Americano domestic fine brewed beverage of choice for the time: Bud Select.

That is all for now.
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Cock Block it Drop it.

Hey laptop. you are a major piece of shit. Hey blogger. You are too. Both of ya'll are pieces of shit together. I found a super cool image I wanted to share with my friends and ya'll are totally cock blocking my sweet blog post right now and I really don't appreciate it. Get it together or you'll be replaced with a younger more beautiful version of yourself right?

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Kitten works.

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Inspiration

Words like this from people I love help keep me grounded, sane through the chaos, and reassured that I am living my life out the way I should be, the right way. I'm blessed to have such dynamic people in my life, and I am proud and glad to know some of these fantastic creatures feel the same way about me.
Thank you so much, you know who you are.

-"i would just like you to know...
i'm not sure ab what all has been going on in your life lately, but gossip through the grapevine combined w/ what i've seen a little through the site has made me need to say this:
you are the shit. i have thought this since day one. i love your curly, out of control locks, your vivacious personality, your curiosity for life. i admire you in more ways than you know, although i'm not very vocal about things like this, i am telling you now. & i'm not the only one who thinks these things about you. you're amazing. i look forward to getting online to see what new thing you're gonna do/say/draw/pierce. you inspire me. i hope, most of all, that you realize this about yourself. you are a stand-out kind of person & are a very interesting creature. i feel very fortunate to have been able to meet you & be your friend. you keep your head up, keep being you, keep going & doing & seeing & doing whatever the fuck it is that makes you you, bc that's what makes us love you so very, very much."

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Hey, retard!

Growing up, people tend to be embarassed of their families, or of what they think their families do that is embarassing. For instance, my mom used to stockpile trash in her car and make me throw it away the instant I thought I was going to be cool when I would go to the movies with friends or to the mall. "Hey," she'd say, "grab this trash & throw it away on your way in." I would be horrified and embarassed.
But really, who the hell cares? why do we care so much what others think? Is that not just part of growing up, to try to find yourself and embrace who YOU are?
We mock each other, belittle each other, and call each other names. But who is it that's our REAL target? Could it be that we're taking our anger and agression for our internal flaws out on others?
Some people say that after 25, it's all downhill. Well, I'm approaching 25 this year, and I couldn't be happier about it. I'm even developing crow's feet, which I think are like scars, battle wounds that show I've been happy & have enjoyed my life.
What am I getting at w/ all this mumbo jumbo, you ask? Well, I think that the old saying "With age comes wisdom" is very true, but in what sense? Since I have come to believe in life & afterlife & lives, as in plural, I think that we do learn (from ALL of the LIVES). Some of the most important life lessons can be learned from people that we even take forgranted, people whose lives are made a mockery and "disabilities" we use to insult others. ie-calling someone a retard. These people, the ones with "disabilities" have much more to offer than you could ever imagine. They are so far ahead of us in terms of life lessons that you would be too "retarded" to even comprehend. Take note of them. Appreciate them. Most importantly, learn FROM THEM. You'd be surprised at what all you discover.

Photo: Me w/ my cousin, Larry, who is mentally retarded, but more so, my biggest inspiration.

This Scares Me

Has anyone else seen this? It freaks me the hell out.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnzminW4zeU