Through a classmate who does PR and marketing, I was given the opportunity to take photos at a (semi) star-studded party she was producing, hosted by Nancy Cartwright (the voice of Bart Simpson). I was MUCH more intimidated than I thought I would be (or should have been, no doubt), which was not helped by the fact my camera is now acting up, and I can only pray they believe me that I've never dropped it if I need to replace it. Also most were taken over the shoulder of THE professional photographer, so most of the people were looking into his camera, not mine (they wanted to go into the party, and I didn't feel right about making them stand there for me as well after they'd done it for him... perhaps I should have. Again, I wasn't sure if the camera would want to work or not; it was hit and miss.
Jon Cassar, Producer and Director of 24 (among others)
I got these in Winter 2004; my first trip home for Christmas. I thought they were such a pretty pink color, and they were long, and comfy... and now I look back in a bit of horror, what was I thinking? When my friend Annabelle helped me clear out my flat before moving back, she tried very diligently to get me to throw them away. When I wouldn't, she made me promise never to wear them not only in public, but not even risk the chance of someone stopping by my house to see me in them. I've only worn them a couple of times since I've been back, and yes, they're pretty nasty now. When I spoke to her the other day, she made me promise I would finally toss them for good, and she wanted proof. I even tried to catch the garbage man so I could get a photo of them actually going into the truck, but he'd already gone. Maybe next week. I clipped a piece before I put them in the bin and am going to mail it to her with this photo.
"Peace be with you." I never used to like that part, but now it's ok. Oh the things we do when we feel a bit lost and helpless! Beats drinking and overeating I suppose. My mom asked me to go to church yesterday; and I obliged. I've realized it's time to stop fighting her so much and just check it out and see, maybe, just maybe, she might have a valid point. This is the program for yesterday's church service at the church I used to go to; the one I grew up in. My parents still go, and it's always been more for the social and support aspect than religious, and hey, it's by the beach in Laguna, and it's a United Church/Congregational, so ... let's say, pretty casual and extremely open-minded. And one of my good friends from high school now is a regular member. They gave me a study bible. I won't go into what I do or don't believe, but... I've not gone to church in ages, except for Christmas and right after my aunt died. I think the Bible is a very interesting literary work. I used to love Sunday school because of all the stories and art projects. I still am fascinated by the stories of the Bible.
The papers underneath all that at the bottom? A practice LSAT test. Just curious. For now.
But methinks some BIG changes are coming. And I certainly hope they're good ones!
YAY me! I get to post a cat photo - though this one is not mine... he is a trespasser! And late night garden bomber. I had a motion sensor light put on the side of the garage overlooking the back garden, and one night it flashed on and I got very scared. I peeked out my bedroom window, and this guy was smack in the middle of the grass... FROZEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ACT!I was wondering why he continued to sit so calmly as I pulled up, until I realized: I drive a hybrid, and the battery was on (which means total silence). Right after I snapped this picture, I tried to sweet talk him, but he knows he's guilty, so he took off.