Dead Disco

So my trusty steed has finally died. And by steed I mean laptop and by trusty I mean shifty.

I have given my faith to an app. But who hasnt these days?

Anyways, I want to apologize for the spelling errors and any other mistakes I am sure to make with the english language.

Without a real keyboard....what an awful (first world) life. Lets face it, my fat little sausage fingers are not designed for this tiny touch screen.

This mobile blogging will probably end badly too. Who wants to place bets on how long it takes for a drunken blog post?

Ransom Riggs

I am very happy to know for sure that there will be a sequel to Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.

No clue on the release date, but it can't come soon enough.

You haven't read the first one? What the hell is wrong with you?!

Get off the computer and go read that book fool. It will make you feel like you're dancing in a field of flowers with Jim Henson and muppets. It's that good.

I also read an article that Tim Burton may be directing the film. At first I was like "Oh that could be cool."

Then I really thought about it...
Miss Helena Botham Carters House for Johnny Depp.

"Oh that would be way less cool."

Some Photographs

There has been a photo shoot that I have been wanting to do for some time now and I did some test shots today to get a better idea of what I am looking at project wise. The basic idea of the photographs is to display something meaningful to the model/subject on them with a projector like the photo above.

Also, I have been wanting to work more with make up and paints so I took a few skeleton shots.

There are a bunch more photos from both of these shoots that I need to edit. I will get them up eventually.

Release The Kraken

Well, I have decided to quit smoking. I was worried that I was going to go bat shit crazy and start attacking people but with this lovely little patch on my arm, well I am pleased to say it hasn't been that bad. As long as you don't count the fact that I have been eating everything in sight and on several occasions have considered rolling up a nicotine patch and smoking it.

I am two days in and haven't failed yet. Which is two days longer than I have gone with out smoking since I was fifteen years old. Fifteen years old, you ask?

Yes, fifteen years old.

You can take the boy out of the trailer park but you can't take the trailer park out of the boy.

Keep it street Sashabaw Meadows, keep it street.

Planet Hoth

We have been hit with a bit of snow here on the island which has made it very difficult to motivate myself to venture in to town out of fear of frost bite or getting lost and freezing to death. Obviously, I am being dramatic because I live less than a mile from town and it was only a little bit of snow. Either way, I don't have a pet Tauntaun that I can ride to town and crawl inside of in case of an emergency and am using that fact as an excuse to be lazy and avoid putting on pants.

Anyways, the free time has spun me down a rabbit hole of self evaluation and reflection. Which at first started badly because I started thinking about all the big plans I had for this winter:

1. Paint
2. Read
3. Write
4.Go to the gym
5. Eat healthy
6. Save money
7. A general task of getting my shit together

Then I started to cross reference the "To Do" list with the list of things I have actually done this winter:

1. Spend a couple hundred dollars on painting supplies
2. Not use the new painting supplies
3. Spend hundreds on a bookshelf of new books
4. Read three out of the 30+ books I bought
5. Write only text messages while drunk
5. Eat everything

6. Spend everything
7. What the fuck is a gym?!

Activate shame spiral of palm sweating, self hating and pants splitting proportions.

Well the more I thought about it the more I realized that I may not have done ANYTHING on my winter task list but all the time to myself has really allowed me to (go-go gadget hippie jargon) learn a lot about myself and what I want out of life. Not to mention that if the circus ever switched out their lions for 24 year old hot blonde chicks that were 1 part nicotine and 2 parts vodka I could easily get a job taming them.

With all that being said, I have made the decision to stay put here in Michigan and finish up school. I will be closer to some friends who kick ass and a few key members of my family. I spent a while toying with the idea of moving back to Seattle but the more I researched and thought it over I realized it is far more realistic for me personally to manage my life as a student here in Michigan (rent costs, tuition costs, the heartbreaking sense of homesickness while in Seattle, etc).

We all know how I often I change my mind and plans though. I have the attention span of a goldfish on speed. So if anyone hears or reads about me talking of other plans, please do call bullshit. A simple punch in the face will suffice.