school is going well. i constantly get complements on my ideas in my tv film directing class, and on my videos in editing class, and my photography teacher told me last week, "you have an eye for interesting pictures that translate beautifully to paper, i can only hope you will pursue photography outside of this class". that meant alot.
im working on my final project in photo class. ten pictures, all with a common theme. my theme is going to be downtown at night. i went to downtown dallas last night and tonight and finished a roll. i cant wait to develop it tomorrow and take a look at what i have.
im leaving thursday to spend the weekend with bridget, i cant wait to see her. she has a fun weekend planned, but as long as i get to see her, ill be happy.
along with blogging more, i want to write poetry. i have written four poems ever. two ill copy and paste at the end of this blog, and one ill post a link to youtube account i posted a video of.
first poem ever...
my problem is this... im stuck inside a room... this room is nearly empty... its a rather small room, constructed with concrete... it must be cold outside, cause the concrete is freezing... all that keeps me from the burning cold floor is a small coffee table... square in shape, as wide and long as the length from your fingertips to your elbow... it seems to be a rather old coffee table... if i stay still enough, i can avoid the shaky, creaking of the weak joints... theres only one light in this room... a single bulb, emerging from the wall, with no fixture to cover it... it hangs over a gigantic mirror... the mirror hides most of the wall... it stretches wider than my armspan, and i can not reach the top of it... ive been trapped in this prison of a room for as long as i can remember... i have no idea why im here, or how i got here, but i do know it was my own doing... i have no concept of time... i originally thought i could count the days that have passed, by the nights i have slept... i dont know how often i sleep, but its not as much as my body requires... the floor is too cold to be against for longer than what feels like should be about thirty minutes... therefore the coffee table is my only hope for rest... it is far from comfortable, but after so long without sleep, thats hardly the issue... i have two options... lay facing the light, shining over the mirror... with this option, im forced to be constantly reminded of the situation i have put myself in... or, i could lay facing the darkness... with this option, im forced to constantly fear the future my decisions i have brought on myself... at first my plan was to wait to be rescued by someone who loves and misses me... but at this point, i can only rely on myself... after constant contemplating of possible escape opportunities, i believe ive found the solution... look in the mirror, see what i saw, take the saw, saw the table in half, two haves make a whole, climb out of the hole...
second poem ever...
as the smoke clears from the battlefield, all i can see is an empty horizon. these grassy fields once scattered with brothers and sisters fighting my same battle, are now barren. preoccupied with whores and 'financial oppertunities' in nearby towns, they have strayed from the common goal. the idea of overcoming the evil has been replaced with the desire to become a part of it. as i pass a small city, im met by fellow soldiers calling for me to join them in their pursuit of selfish desires. they argue that "the general grants us to do as we please, regardless of the effects of that on the outcome of the war". their foolishness is obvious to me...and themselves. i offer my allegiance if they would fight by my side, but the permanent rewards of this war are much further away than the temporary satisfactions of these decaying cities. so they decided to stay behind, either not caring or ignorance to the fact that victory is guaranteed in this fight as much as defeat is guaranteed in this town...
heres the setup and link to the forth one...
im in a fantasy baseball league (eventhough i hate baseball), and the guy i beat is an old friend.
his team name is "little lasordas"
he is in another fantasy baseball league called "big sticks" (baseball slang for good batters)
he referred to his league as "the big league" and our league as "the little league"
the players i drafted with my second and seventh picks were injured all week (leaving me at a big disadvantage)
anyway, here you go...
thats all this time, ill post less soon...
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