Started off as a pretty lazy day. Got up late, sat around, took about three hours to get dressed. It was rough. But then Nikki wouldnt leave me alone until I went to Hard Rock Cafe with her, so we headed into town at around 6:30.
So we get there and as soon as I sit down I see the HOTTEST WAITER EVER. He looked to be about in his early twenties and he was tall, had dark hair and black skinny jeans on. Basically my ideal man. But he wasnt waiting on our section was sucked. We had a dude named Tony who was really nice but he wasn't my hottie. So wayyyy after we were done with our meal we were still at our table because I was determined to talk to him if he came our way. He was waiting on two parties of like 10, and both of them had a lot of teenage girls - and when I say teenage I mean 14, not legal teen - sitting there looking all googly-eyed because he was so cute.
I hated them.
So finally we got up to leave and as we were leaving he was coming back from the kitchen ((I planned this, by the way)) and as he was passing me, I tap him on the shoulder and say, "Excuse me, can I have an order of you . . . to go??" and he stopped and started cracking up. He was like, "OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO SMOOTH" and then I asked if I could take a picture with him and he was like "definitely!" ((cause I earned it)) so I did. And I was really happy about it. Nikki's gonna post it later.
Nikki said that when she went in the gift shop she got a lot of angry looks from the table of dumb underaged girls. They were just pissed because I was a million times cooler.
So while I was waiting for Nikki who was taking forever in the Hard Rock gift shop, I was standing on the corner of the street talking to Amira and a guy came up to me and was like "Man, you look nice tonight. Whats your name?"
"Diamond."
"Ohhh, Diamond. I like that. My name is Big C. Where are you from?"
"Virginia."
"Ooooh, Virginia. Send this to somebody back home." And he handed me a post card with the Sears tower on it.
I tried to look like I really wasn't interested in talking anymore because I ((probably like most people)) dont really like to be hit on by men who look like theyre 15+ years older than me. So he walked away and I thought I was safe. Nikki met up with me and we walked around a few blocks to see what was in the are. We walk to the end of one block and guess whos there . . . Big C! So he introduced himself to Nikki . . . oh, I'm sorry, "Lucy" ((apparently all she could think of was "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" so thats what she went with.
So apparently Big C is some kind of bouncer at a club that was down the block and he had been working out for a couple hours because sometimes he has to beat guys up. I actually wouldnt be surpsied, he kind of looks the part. He tried to get my number a couple times but I assured him that my father, who is a cop, is very strict about who i talk to and scans my phone records daily and so that probably wouldn't be such a good idea. He said that my dad couldn't watch me forever and that he could wait, but I told him that he'd be waiting a long, long time, so that wouldn't be necessary. He commented on the huge ass ring that Lucy wears on her ring finger on her left hand. She said that her boyfriend Andre Legacy gave it to her, and he said that he'd heard of him from the internet or something. Big C is also a man of the people. He does charity work around the city for kids who are homeless. He gave us some stats about them too, said that he helped raise $100,000 last year for children to get them off of the streets on really cold nights. Big C is also a Muslim. He gave us his holy name and I have no idea how to spell it or even repeat it again. I'm pretty sure he was trying to assure us that he wasn't a creep, so he was talking about the Qur'an and things that it basically sounded like "treat others the way you'd like to be treated". I dunno. It was a long conversation. But either way he's weird.
We came home to a bunch of college guys sitting outside in the yard of the house next door. One of them was Mason, the cute neighbor. There's a little more but I'm tired.
Interesting night.
A Gam
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Mama, we're all full of lies . . .
We got up so early for work this morning, we should have gotten some kind of award. Yesterday we didn't get up quick enough, so Nikki's uncle decided to try to set the fire alarms off to get us to move faster. So he set a paper bag on fire in the basement. Nikki heard a bunch of explatives, which basically meant that it got too hot for him and he dropped it. Then she heard thumping sounds which meant that he was trying to stomp it out on the ground. When I came to, I sat up and asked "is something burning?" and Nikki replied from the other side of the room "yeah, it's just the carpet". From the calm response I figured that it was no danger to me, so I took my time getting out of bed where I saw the big black spot where the fire had charred the carpet.
Nikki's aunt wasn't happy at all.
So this morning we avoided all that and headed into the office to gather our materials and start work early. Nikki's uncle hadnt even gotten to the office, so I was proud. Do you know who works at the office yet? Well just in case . . .
Kimberly: She has an awesome Star Trek ship phone but she quit because she was about to get fired and saw it coming. Mr. Brightfield is currently looking for a replacement.
Mary: A Taiwanese Jesus freak who goes to religious conferences every weekend. She's been slacking lately, Mr. Brightfield isnt pleased. He said ever since her serious boyfriend broke up with her like a year and a half ago, she's gotten crazier and crazier. And gained about 50 pounds.
Katherine: A skinny lady with black hair almost in a bob. Late 40s maybe? Instead of sitting in a chair she sits on a big silver yoga ball that I swear I'm gonna give a good wind-up kick to one day. One of those one's where you bring your foot all the way back almost to your head like in the cartoons. I used to smile at her but she just scowls so I dont bother. The only time I've ever seen her smile was when she was talking to some dude "Bobby" on the phone because she was doing the flirty voice and saying that she wouldn't be able to meet him somewhere this weekend. I thought it was her boyfriend or something . . . nope. Bobby is a client. So now shes a corporate ho AND a bitter old crow. She hates us because she thinks we're unprofessional because we laugh sometimes. Like actually, thats why she doesn't like us. And the first day when we were new and didn't know how many pictures to take, she said we were wasting our time cause we didnt have more than a thousand. And she called Nikki a fashionista. Mind you, she's never said a word to our faces, she just talks about us behind our backs. So Nikki devotes a lot of time to trying piss her off.
James: Cutie! He's really nice to us, I like him.
Joe: He hasn't talked to us much but he has really nice shoes and always smiles.
Franco: CUTE!! He's from . . . I can't remember where he's from but they have a lot of tropical fruits and not many vegetables. He's gay but he wont admit it.
Susan: She runs facebook. Well not really, but she's awesome. ((Long story)).
Kiki: She's pretty funny, she helped us out with learning how to take good pictures for Mr. Brightfield. She thinks that the different brands of gum us kids have to choose from these days is astounding.
Robin: She's black.
Alright so anyway . . . . we walk in and I can't find the camera that I've been using for this whole week. So I look around and finally I think I spot it on Mary's desk. She's working on the computer so I ask:
"Is that Mr. Brightfield's camera or your camera?" She doesnt look up.
"It's the office camera."
"Oh, are you using it?"
"Well . . . I'll be referring to it"
"Oh, when do you think you'll be done?"
"I dunno"
"Ooookay . . ."
So I leave and Nikki and I go on a starbucks break and figure we'll get the camera when she's done. When we get back to the office Mr. Brightfield asks us why we didn't take the camera and we said because Mary was using it. But she wasn't. At all. LIES. This made him really angry, he said he's tired of Mary being a jerk. We're pretty sure Mary's hanging by a thread these days . . .
We moved on to sector 3 today and it was a lot smaller than sectors 1 and 2 so we finished a little bit early. Sometimes when we finish early we go back and organize the office. We got to the file cabinets and stuff and next I want to work on their food drawers. I opened one that was all sticky and full of soy sauce, which I'm pretty sure is Mary's fault. On the bright side, we're getting really good at taking pictures, I think, and we're a lot more efficient. But thats as long as I do the navigating cause Nikki's sense of direction is . . . . subpar. Only 12 more sectors to go!!
Nikki's getting a pair of shoes delivered to the office tomorrow to piss Katherine off. Lord have mercy . . .
A Gam
Nikki's aunt wasn't happy at all.
So this morning we avoided all that and headed into the office to gather our materials and start work early. Nikki's uncle hadnt even gotten to the office, so I was proud. Do you know who works at the office yet? Well just in case . . .
Kimberly: She has an awesome Star Trek ship phone but she quit because she was about to get fired and saw it coming. Mr. Brightfield is currently looking for a replacement.
Mary: A Taiwanese Jesus freak who goes to religious conferences every weekend. She's been slacking lately, Mr. Brightfield isnt pleased. He said ever since her serious boyfriend broke up with her like a year and a half ago, she's gotten crazier and crazier. And gained about 50 pounds.
Katherine: A skinny lady with black hair almost in a bob. Late 40s maybe? Instead of sitting in a chair she sits on a big silver yoga ball that I swear I'm gonna give a good wind-up kick to one day. One of those one's where you bring your foot all the way back almost to your head like in the cartoons. I used to smile at her but she just scowls so I dont bother. The only time I've ever seen her smile was when she was talking to some dude "Bobby" on the phone because she was doing the flirty voice and saying that she wouldn't be able to meet him somewhere this weekend. I thought it was her boyfriend or something . . . nope. Bobby is a client. So now shes a corporate ho AND a bitter old crow. She hates us because she thinks we're unprofessional because we laugh sometimes. Like actually, thats why she doesn't like us. And the first day when we were new and didn't know how many pictures to take, she said we were wasting our time cause we didnt have more than a thousand. And she called Nikki a fashionista. Mind you, she's never said a word to our faces, she just talks about us behind our backs. So Nikki devotes a lot of time to trying piss her off.
James: Cutie! He's really nice to us, I like him.
Joe: He hasn't talked to us much but he has really nice shoes and always smiles.
Franco: CUTE!! He's from . . . I can't remember where he's from but they have a lot of tropical fruits and not many vegetables. He's gay but he wont admit it.
Susan: She runs facebook. Well not really, but she's awesome. ((Long story)).
Kiki: She's pretty funny, she helped us out with learning how to take good pictures for Mr. Brightfield. She thinks that the different brands of gum us kids have to choose from these days is astounding.
Robin: She's black.
Alright so anyway . . . . we walk in and I can't find the camera that I've been using for this whole week. So I look around and finally I think I spot it on Mary's desk. She's working on the computer so I ask:
"Is that Mr. Brightfield's camera or your camera?" She doesnt look up.
"It's the office camera."
"Oh, are you using it?"
"Well . . . I'll be referring to it"
"Oh, when do you think you'll be done?"
"I dunno"
"Ooookay . . ."
So I leave and Nikki and I go on a starbucks break and figure we'll get the camera when she's done. When we get back to the office Mr. Brightfield asks us why we didn't take the camera and we said because Mary was using it. But she wasn't. At all. LIES. This made him really angry, he said he's tired of Mary being a jerk. We're pretty sure Mary's hanging by a thread these days . . .
We moved on to sector 3 today and it was a lot smaller than sectors 1 and 2 so we finished a little bit early. Sometimes when we finish early we go back and organize the office. We got to the file cabinets and stuff and next I want to work on their food drawers. I opened one that was all sticky and full of soy sauce, which I'm pretty sure is Mary's fault. On the bright side, we're getting really good at taking pictures, I think, and we're a lot more efficient. But thats as long as I do the navigating cause Nikki's sense of direction is . . . . subpar. Only 12 more sectors to go!!
Nikki's getting a pair of shoes delivered to the office tomorrow to piss Katherine off. Lord have mercy . . .
A Gam
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head .
i have a migraine so:
(trump tower: my future home)
(MIDDLE OF THE STREET. NO JOKE.)
(our diversion to the bean):
xx
N
(trump tower: my future home)
(MIDDLE OF THE STREET. NO JOKE.)
(our diversion to the bean):
xx
N
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
she don't believe in shooting stars
Let me just sum up these past two days like this:
(what we have finished)
(what we need to finish)
All those little squares? Buildings we need to photograph. Every single one of those. Yesterday we thought we were really smooth and got almost 200 pictures all afternoon. Evidently, we were short by....oh....about a thousand. Today we took out two cameras, one on a tripod with a wide angle lens, and the other a standard 18-55 mm, making our "quota" at almost 1300 pictures. It was kind of overcast which made some of the shots a little dark, but the sun eventually came out towards the end. The temperature is supposedly supposed to go up, but it is coming with some rain so we might be stuck in the office working for a bit editing and such.
Actually, I found out a couple problems with using a tripod:
1. Arielle yielding it as a weapon (to me as well as to strangers)
2. People thinking that they can just get in our shot. We had a couple freakin' crazies talk, pose, yell, etc.
Also, I had to sass a cop because he pulled up all over the corner of the sidewalk and yelled out his window to me, something about complaints about people filming on some street we weren't even close to. I just had to politely inform him that no, we were not a. three blocks over, b. not disturbing the peace, or c. we werent even filming, duh.
(Well, we did go over a block, one block, but just to follow a friendly local, another story!)
So we get back to the office, and I try to load the 720 pictures on my camera onto my laptop, but my computer only registers 174 of them. WTF. Okay, I was getting PO'd because I was positive that I about 600 more and I looked like an idiot, but my uncle found some obscure PhotoRescue software in his desk and ended up getting the pictures out okay. (Of course, during this, Arielle was completely MIA, ended up being at starbucks, go fig, but she got me a venti iced green tea so it was legit).
LOVE
N
(what we have finished)
(what we need to finish)
All those little squares? Buildings we need to photograph. Every single one of those. Yesterday we thought we were really smooth and got almost 200 pictures all afternoon. Evidently, we were short by....oh....about a thousand. Today we took out two cameras, one on a tripod with a wide angle lens, and the other a standard 18-55 mm, making our "quota" at almost 1300 pictures. It was kind of overcast which made some of the shots a little dark, but the sun eventually came out towards the end. The temperature is supposedly supposed to go up, but it is coming with some rain so we might be stuck in the office working for a bit editing and such.
Actually, I found out a couple problems with using a tripod:
1. Arielle yielding it as a weapon (to me as well as to strangers)
2. People thinking that they can just get in our shot. We had a couple freakin' crazies talk, pose, yell, etc.
Also, I had to sass a cop because he pulled up all over the corner of the sidewalk and yelled out his window to me, something about complaints about people filming on some street we weren't even close to. I just had to politely inform him that no, we were not a. three blocks over, b. not disturbing the peace, or c. we werent even filming, duh.
(Well, we did go over a block, one block, but just to follow a friendly local, another story!)
So we get back to the office, and I try to load the 720 pictures on my camera onto my laptop, but my computer only registers 174 of them. WTF. Okay, I was getting PO'd because I was positive that I about 600 more and I looked like an idiot, but my uncle found some obscure PhotoRescue software in his desk and ended up getting the pictures out okay. (Of course, during this, Arielle was completely MIA, ended up being at starbucks, go fig, but she got me a venti iced green tea so it was legit).
LOVE
N
Friday, May 16, 2008
You make the rockin' world go round.
It's been a crazy day.
Alright so we got off to an early start today and actually got to the office at like 10 something. When we got there we paired up with Kiki who took us out to photograph some buildings and stuff. It was harder than I thought it was going to be ((even though she was talking to Nikki most of the time because she figured I was a lost cause since I haven't taken photography in a couple years)). But I set up a couple good shots and Nikki snapped em so I think we did pretty well.
Okay so no one told me before we embarked on this journey that NIKKI HAS NO SENSE OF DIRECTION. We wandered around the city for like an hour because we couldnt find some place she was trying to get to. And here I thought it was impossible to get lost ANYWHERE nowadays when you have mapquest on your iphone telling you where to go. Yeah . . . I was wrong. I will be taking over all future navigational endeavors, thank you very much.
So tonight Mr. Brightfield took us to a Queen tribute concert at this place that I can't remember the name of at the moment. He was friends with like everyone in the band and he was filming the entire show for them, so he was kind of a VIP. It was hella crowded, there were people outside asking us for tickets and everything. There was a bar and people were already getting kinda rowdy. I guess the Cubs had won a baseball game or something cause there were a few fans in the house spilling their beer all over the place. Anyways, the venue was pretty big and there was a lot of seating but most of it was already taken except for these really nice booths that had awesome views of the stage. Problem was, most of them had "reserved" cards on them. So I stood there for a while trying to see which of those were still open because although we hadn't reserved one, I really wanted one. So I finally found one booth that had some papers on it but no reserve card, and I sat down at it. However, right next to it there was this huge group of butch-looking women who were giving me looks. Then two of them sat down across the booth from me and started giving me this crap about how it was reserved and I was putting up my "well her uncle is with the band and he basically told us we can sit where there's no card" argument - even though it wasn't all true - and they said that someone from their party had already sat there and removed it. And they had the nerve to get nasty, so I let them have it. I got Nikki to ask one of the workers there how they know which table is reserved for whom and he said that when you come in, a woman named Romina would lead you to your table. So I sent Nikki to go find Romina while I tried to scope out a seat. Surprise, surprise, Nikki can't find Romina ((incompetence)). I spotted a booth that was still empty and the show was about to start, so I kept my eye on it. But out of nowhere, three of the women who kicked me out of the other booth earlier mosied on over to my empty booth and sat in it.
Oh hell no.
Suddenly I see this wide woman with dyed blonde hair in a ponytail who looked kinda rough. ROMINA!! I made my way through the crowd and tapped on her shoulder. She could barely hear me over what was going on onstage, so I had to shout. "HER UNCLE IS WITH THE BAND, THE NAME IS BRIGHTFIELD AND WE WERE WONDERING IF HE HAD RESERVED A TABLE FOR US" ((knowing good and well that he hadn't)). She looked at the list and said shook her head, saying she didn't see the name. Then I had to get dirty. I pointed over to the booth I wanted that those witches had sat in, "THAT GROUP OF WOMEN OVER THERE KICKED ME OUT OF A BOOTH EARLIER THAT WASN'T THEIRS, AND THEN SAT DOWN IN THAT ONE THAT ISN'T THEIRS EITHER". Then Then Romina frowned. "They did what?", she asked. I repeated my complaint. She left without a word, stormed over to the butch bunch and said a few words to them. I saw them nod and move out of the booth. Then Romina motioned Nikki and I over to our newly-acquired space. I offered to pay her, but she declined. It was AWESOME.
. . . later on, Mr. Brightfield is filming over by the butch women and starts talking to one and kisses one on the cheek as some sort of greeting. Nikki and I were mortified. Turns out that one of them is a neighbor. Then we tried to hide from him because we didn't want him to know that we'd stolen our booth from his little group of friends. A girl next to us ((who was about as trashed as that angry muppet from Sesame Street)) asked us why the heck we kept trying to hide from the camera guy as if we were some criminals. See, even the Chicago folk know I'm bad ;-).
Nikki was in love with one SEMI-attractive singer in the band. She's really embarassing when she likes someone. I'm sure even the really drunk Cubs fan in the back corner who kept shouting "BICYCLE" throughout the entire concert even felt bad for me.
I'm tired.
Deuces.
**EDIT** 2:51 A.M.
So........
1. there was definately something jacked up about my mapquest today. end of story.
2. Romina is a beast. I love her.
3. The singer is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life and I MAY have possibly by accident fallen out of my seat when he hit the high notes on "Somebody to Love". After, he said "Not gonna lie, I'm obsessed with your hair", and I said, "Not gonna lie, I'm kindof obsessed with you", and he kinda laughed and ran away real fast but then came back and gave me his cd that he was selling there fo' free!
basically
he wants me
:)
N
(ps)
Alright so we got off to an early start today and actually got to the office at like 10 something. When we got there we paired up with Kiki who took us out to photograph some buildings and stuff. It was harder than I thought it was going to be ((even though she was talking to Nikki most of the time because she figured I was a lost cause since I haven't taken photography in a couple years)). But I set up a couple good shots and Nikki snapped em so I think we did pretty well.
Okay so no one told me before we embarked on this journey that NIKKI HAS NO SENSE OF DIRECTION. We wandered around the city for like an hour because we couldnt find some place she was trying to get to. And here I thought it was impossible to get lost ANYWHERE nowadays when you have mapquest on your iphone telling you where to go. Yeah . . . I was wrong. I will be taking over all future navigational endeavors, thank you very much.
So tonight Mr. Brightfield took us to a Queen tribute concert at this place that I can't remember the name of at the moment. He was friends with like everyone in the band and he was filming the entire show for them, so he was kind of a VIP. It was hella crowded, there were people outside asking us for tickets and everything. There was a bar and people were already getting kinda rowdy. I guess the Cubs had won a baseball game or something cause there were a few fans in the house spilling their beer all over the place. Anyways, the venue was pretty big and there was a lot of seating but most of it was already taken except for these really nice booths that had awesome views of the stage. Problem was, most of them had "reserved" cards on them. So I stood there for a while trying to see which of those were still open because although we hadn't reserved one, I really wanted one. So I finally found one booth that had some papers on it but no reserve card, and I sat down at it. However, right next to it there was this huge group of butch-looking women who were giving me looks. Then two of them sat down across the booth from me and started giving me this crap about how it was reserved and I was putting up my "well her uncle is with the band and he basically told us we can sit where there's no card" argument - even though it wasn't all true - and they said that someone from their party had already sat there and removed it. And they had the nerve to get nasty, so I let them have it. I got Nikki to ask one of the workers there how they know which table is reserved for whom and he said that when you come in, a woman named Romina would lead you to your table. So I sent Nikki to go find Romina while I tried to scope out a seat. Surprise, surprise, Nikki can't find Romina ((incompetence)). I spotted a booth that was still empty and the show was about to start, so I kept my eye on it. But out of nowhere, three of the women who kicked me out of the other booth earlier mosied on over to my empty booth and sat in it.
Oh hell no.
Suddenly I see this wide woman with dyed blonde hair in a ponytail who looked kinda rough. ROMINA!! I made my way through the crowd and tapped on her shoulder. She could barely hear me over what was going on onstage, so I had to shout. "HER UNCLE IS WITH THE BAND, THE NAME IS BRIGHTFIELD AND WE WERE WONDERING IF HE HAD RESERVED A TABLE FOR US" ((knowing good and well that he hadn't)). She looked at the list and said shook her head, saying she didn't see the name. Then I had to get dirty. I pointed over to the booth I wanted that those witches had sat in, "THAT GROUP OF WOMEN OVER THERE KICKED ME OUT OF A BOOTH EARLIER THAT WASN'T THEIRS, AND THEN SAT DOWN IN THAT ONE THAT ISN'T THEIRS EITHER". Then Then Romina frowned. "They did what?", she asked. I repeated my complaint. She left without a word, stormed over to the butch bunch and said a few words to them. I saw them nod and move out of the booth. Then Romina motioned Nikki and I over to our newly-acquired space. I offered to pay her, but she declined. It was AWESOME.
. . . later on, Mr. Brightfield is filming over by the butch women and starts talking to one and kisses one on the cheek as some sort of greeting. Nikki and I were mortified. Turns out that one of them is a neighbor. Then we tried to hide from him because we didn't want him to know that we'd stolen our booth from his little group of friends. A girl next to us ((who was about as trashed as that angry muppet from Sesame Street)) asked us why the heck we kept trying to hide from the camera guy as if we were some criminals. See, even the Chicago folk know I'm bad ;-).
Nikki was in love with one SEMI-attractive singer in the band. She's really embarassing when she likes someone. I'm sure even the really drunk Cubs fan in the back corner who kept shouting "BICYCLE" throughout the entire concert even felt bad for me.
I'm tired.
Deuces.
**EDIT** 2:51 A.M.
So........
1. there was definately something jacked up about my mapquest today. end of story.
2. Romina is a beast. I love her.
3. The singer is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life and I MAY have possibly by accident fallen out of my seat when he hit the high notes on "Somebody to Love". After, he said "Not gonna lie, I'm obsessed with your hair", and I said, "Not gonna lie, I'm kindof obsessed with you", and he kinda laughed and ran away real fast but then came back and gave me his cd that he was selling there fo' free!
basically
he wants me
:)
N
(ps)
Thursday, May 15, 2008
walkin down the street, somethin caught my eye . . . .
A GAM signing in . . .
Portland, Oregon is now my least favorite city.
So i get to the airport at 6:45 yesterday, our plane was supposed to be leaving at 7:41. Yeah, I know that was cutting it kinda close but Art History took forever and I had to go home and pack! So I get to the United Airlines section and there is this woman at the front of the line RAISING IT. She said something like "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS. WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TRAVEL TO PORTLAND SINCE 5AM AND OBVIOUSLY WE HAVE NOT GOTTEN THERE YET! THIS IS RIDICULOUS, AND I AM FINISHED WITH IT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW, I HAVE HAD IT. MY FAMILY AND I ARE SO TIRED-", at this point she motioned to her family, which included two beautiful teenage boys in alternative clothing that I had to stop and stare at. I tuned out.
Anyway, by the time I got to the front of the line it was 6:59. I tried to check in and they go, "oh we're sorry, the baggage tram leaves the station 45 minutes before the flight leaves". THREE MINUTES!?!?!?!?!? Yeah, I was not a happy person.
So we got to the Brightfield residence at about 1 AM or so, or at least thats about the time I looked at my watch. And since we got home so late and were so tired, we got to work a little late in the morning . . . or afternoon.
SO, since the woman who was supposed to be teaching us the architectural graphic design stuff, Mr. Brightfield had a new assignment for us. He showed us a piece that he was working on for a client that he needed us to take pictures for. What did he need pictures of, you ask? HOT GUYS. Apparently he didnt have any pictures of good-looking men to photoshop into his spaces, so he needed us to take some.
And you might be thinking "oh man, that is really hard work" and it actually was. Or maybe it's just hard if you have high standards, which I do. Trust. And it was also kind of hard because they had to be candid shots and it's not too easy to take one of those big black cameras with those monster lenses and take pictures of someone walking towards you without them noticing. So sometimes I had to have Nikki stand somewhere and then I'd pretend to take pictures of her but really take pictures of some hottie behind her. One dude DEFINITELY caught on. He was like bobbing and weaving on the sidewalk. But it didnt matter because he wasn't hott so he was expendable.
So for the first day and 5 hours of field work, we really didn't have that many pictures to show for our hard work. But we're gonna get better at it. Tomorrow we're going to start the architectural part I suppose. With . . .Kiki? Is that her name? Ok yeah, Kiki.
Alright so that's about it for today I think. Nikki's cousins are upstairs a-roughhousin . . . it kind of sounds like they're gonna come through the ceiling . . . . .
Portland, Oregon is now my least favorite city.
So i get to the airport at 6:45 yesterday, our plane was supposed to be leaving at 7:41. Yeah, I know that was cutting it kinda close but Art History took forever and I had to go home and pack! So I get to the United Airlines section and there is this woman at the front of the line RAISING IT. She said something like "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS. WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TRAVEL TO PORTLAND SINCE 5AM AND OBVIOUSLY WE HAVE NOT GOTTEN THERE YET! THIS IS RIDICULOUS, AND I AM FINISHED WITH IT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW, I HAVE HAD IT. MY FAMILY AND I ARE SO TIRED-", at this point she motioned to her family, which included two beautiful teenage boys in alternative clothing that I had to stop and stare at. I tuned out.
Anyway, by the time I got to the front of the line it was 6:59. I tried to check in and they go, "oh we're sorry, the baggage tram leaves the station 45 minutes before the flight leaves". THREE MINUTES!?!?!?!?!? Yeah, I was not a happy person.
So we got to the Brightfield residence at about 1 AM or so, or at least thats about the time I looked at my watch. And since we got home so late and were so tired, we got to work a little late in the morning . . . or afternoon.
SO, since the woman who was supposed to be teaching us the architectural graphic design stuff, Mr. Brightfield had a new assignment for us. He showed us a piece that he was working on for a client that he needed us to take pictures for. What did he need pictures of, you ask? HOT GUYS. Apparently he didnt have any pictures of good-looking men to photoshop into his spaces, so he needed us to take some.
And you might be thinking "oh man, that is really hard work" and it actually was. Or maybe it's just hard if you have high standards, which I do. Trust. And it was also kind of hard because they had to be candid shots and it's not too easy to take one of those big black cameras with those monster lenses and take pictures of someone walking towards you without them noticing. So sometimes I had to have Nikki stand somewhere and then I'd pretend to take pictures of her but really take pictures of some hottie behind her. One dude DEFINITELY caught on. He was like bobbing and weaving on the sidewalk. But it didnt matter because he wasn't hott so he was expendable.
So for the first day and 5 hours of field work, we really didn't have that many pictures to show for our hard work. But we're gonna get better at it. Tomorrow we're going to start the architectural part I suppose. With . . .Kiki? Is that her name? Ok yeah, Kiki.
Alright so that's about it for today I think. Nikki's cousins are upstairs a-roughhousin . . . it kind of sounds like they're gonna come through the ceiling . . . . .
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
shout when you wanna get off the ride
It’s official. I have landed at Chicago O’Hare as of 30 minutes ago. (For anyone who knows my fear of flying, they should recognize the great accomplishment this is). Oh, and by I, I mean myself, single, solo, alone. ‘Wasn’t there supposed to be someone else on your trip?’, you might ask. Oh, why yes, there was! Unfortunately, they wouldn’t let her get on the plane (I can only imagine the hell that was raised). She missed the cut off time by three minutes. No, not even five minutes, and they wouldn’t check her bags. Three minutes, ridiculous. Oh well. I made the best out of my lonely 19A, no B in sight. She did make it (from what text message information I have gathered) onto the very next, and last, flight of the night out of Washington Dulles, and should be getting here in a little over an hour, according to the arrival monitors, on time, 11:04. In the meantime, I have fashioned a temporary lean-to in baggage claim consisting of the underside of an escalator, two barely-made-the-weight-limit suitcases, a tote bag, and a sweatshirt. Oh, and supposedly, people wear pants in Chicago. Yes, pants. I knew something was wrong when I got off the plane into a crowd of black polyester (actually), myself wearing cutoff denim shorts and a sweatshirt. Apparently this isn’t Malibu.
I’m getting there soon enough, no?
xx N
I’m getting there soon enough, no?
xx N
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