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 . . . . .