Monday, January 26, 2009

This bugs me...

People that I've either never met or rarely talk to or who aren't really my friends asking me to analyze their photographs.  And most of them are just drunk photos of their friends or photos of their motorcycle and mostly taken by their cell phone.

No I don't think the picture of your bike is good.  No I don't think you have the right to CRITICIZE my photos.  No i don't want you to tell me which ones are NOT GOOD.  I work hard.  I edit all weekend long.  I don't go out anymore.  I'm putting a lot of time, a lot of energy and a lot of money into this photography thing.  So unless you have gotten paid for your photoshoot, won a photo contest, started your own business or been published- do NOT criticize me.  And no- I won't give you free photoshoots or free photography advice.  Where do people get the balls for this shit?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

my english major wanna be coming out

I can NOT stand people who constantly misspell EASY words that we were taught in kindergarten. And I'm not talking about uneducated people. I'm talking about people who have graduated high school and even college. Granted their majors may not have been English or Business or Education, where grammar is DRILLED into them- but if you are LIVING then you should know how to spell- or know how to hit "ABC [check mark]". And the worst is people who pronounce words wrong like: SupposeBly not SupposeDly (the D is correct people) or canNidate instead of canDidate (D is correct again) or IRregardless instead of Regardles (no 'ir'). How about people who compose sentences that don't even make sense? It's like they had potluck day in their brain and everyone brought a random word and you threw them all together to make something that doesn't make sense and no one wants.

It's so freaking frustrating. You're educated- you're older than me in some cases. If you are older than a 10 year old- FIX YOUR FUCKING GRAMMAR. Take a damn English class. Or READ OVER what you write before you go and and make a complete dumb-ass out of yourself.

Monday, January 19, 2009

boo amber

Boo- I emailed amber and told her that she didn't win but she could hire me at a significantly discounted price and gave all the stuff, etc. And she just wrote back and said: "Thanks for considering us." Nothing else. Boo. I was hoping she would hire me :(

Sunday, January 18, 2009

3rd winner

Help me decide: THink of the best story. Also- those who don't win will get a discount sooo also take into account those that could afford me without winning :)


a.) how we met

Rebecca always attended her parents' holiday Christmas party. Each year, she would sit along with all the other families and watch the annual 'talent show' where typically the tipsy amateurs would get up and sing or play an instrument. This year, 2005, a young man, Jesse, stood up there, told everyone it was his first time playing in front a crowd, and proceeded to play Dierks Bentley's Come a Little Closer, ending to a roar of applause and many women sighing. Rebecca's mom nudged her about how cute the guitarist was as Rebecca casually shrugged her agreement. It seemed to end there.

A year later, Rebecca found herself interning at her parent's company during winter session of college. As she was attempting to figure out the transcription machine, she was approached by a familiar face. Jesse helped her set up the machine and they left it at that. A couple hours later, an e-mail from him was in her inbox, asking if she needed anything else. They clandestinely communicated in e-mails back and forth for weeks until Jesse proposed a bet on the World Cup winner. As the unfortunate loser, he asked Rebecca out on their first date.

b.) how the proposal happened

Jesse's niece, Anya, age 6, had a pool party over the summer. With the whole family in town, the birthday party turned out to be a huge celebration. Mid-afternoon, Jesse pulled Rebecca away from the party and into a side yard. His beaming grin alerted Rebecca to an on-coming adventure. With his hands behind his back, Jesse asked Rebecca to pick one and then depending on which hand she picked, that would determine their adventure. The catch was that she HAD to go and she couldn't ask ANY questions. Rebecca picked left hand and received a green Now and Later candy. Without telling her what that meant, Jesse began to head towards his car. He and Rebecca waved good bye to the family at the pool party with Jesse assuring Rebecca they knew about the adventure. Once in the car, Rebecca had a clear idea of where they were headed but once they hit 95S and she realized they were not heading into Philadelphia, she sat back and began to enjoy the surprising ride. Two hours later, she was even MORE curious where they were headed as Jesse would not answer a single question. As they crossed into Virginia, Rebecca figured out their destination which was confirmed by Jesse to be the Shenandoah Mountains. Upon arriving, Jesse drove straight to a camp site and to Rebecca's surprise, pulled out a tent, sleeping bags, and a change of clothes for her from the trunk of the car. After a lightning fast tent pitching, Jesse insisted Rebecca hop back into the car as they zipped out of the camp site and back onto the mountain's Skyline Drive. After determining the perfect outlook, Jesse brought out a blanket onto a short stone wall and Rebecca plopped down to watch a beautiful sunset and listen while Jesse played Ben Harper's Forever on his guitar. As Jesse told her to "turn around for a minute" she turned, expecting a bottle of wine and glasses, as cheesy as she knows Jesse to be, she turned back around to a small ring box and Jesse's smile. Without a word being exchanged, she threw her arms around them. The next morning, they returned home to an engagement party in his sister's back yard, as the entire family was actually in town for their proposal.

c.) why we deserve to win

I asked Jesse what he would say about deserving to win and he responded with a grin "Because we're a knockout couple who adores each other!" which I think encapulates it pretty well. Also, we love your photography and I'm excited to work with someone who's excited to bring out our personality as I saw you did with the beautiful couple on your blog.

Mike and I meet almost 3 years ago (Our Anniversary is February 25th). We were both asked to be in our best friends wedding which took place in December 2006- he to be a groomsman for his Best Friend from College, and me to be a bridesmaid for one of my best girlfriends from High School. We have seen each other around before, at bars, or parties, but never really noticed each other because we were both in other relationships, until our friends had an engagement party. During that engagement party, Mike and I talked the whole time. He was a shy guy, and the bride, told me not to be discouraged because I am such an extrovert and would outtalk him! So after a couple talks over the phone, we had our first date on February 25th 2006, and have been inseparable ever since.
Mike and I bought a house together in April 2008, and we both new an engagement was soon to follow.
We got engaged on September 23rd, 2008. We meet up at my best friend’s house, the house I used to live in Manayunk for 3 years.. When I got to her house, Mike was already there and he was upstairs in my old bedroom. When I got up to my old bed room, he was looking out the window. He asked me to take a look at something, so as I am peering my head out the window to take a look, he backed away, and as I turned around he was down on one knee. He said “ This is the place we really made our connection, and the first place we kissed, I wanted the place to a special place that we will always remember, and this place is the place I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…Will you Marry Me?” As my best friend was down stairs, knowing exactly what was going on, and helped set the whole thing up, heard me screaming “Shut up, Shut up” and laughing…Mike said “ you know you don’t get the ring unless you say yes” so of course I said “YESSSS”!!! It was the greatest night of my life…and needless to say, we meet up down there because we had a softball game for Manayunk Sports and Social right after the engagement. So I had to wear my brand new rock to a softball field! I couldn’t play, so I had to sit the bench so I could gleam at my ring the rest of the night! J


Okay... here's the story of how Chris and I met and got engaged. It's kind of cheesy but funny now when we tell people. :) I took it from our wedding website, which is why I'm talking about myself in the third person!

How we met: 03/01/2002
Although Christopher and Stephanie were both in the same year at Villanova University, they actually met as freshmen through mutual friends on South Street in Philadelphia, PA (at a piercing shop, no less!). Stephanie was getting a bar put through the cartilage in her ear... and Christopher was, well, awed and smitten by her determination! Before they knew it, they were running into each other everywhere around campus (Stephanie thinks this was more than just coincidental!)... and as they say, the rest is history. Although Stephanie no longer has her ear piercing from that fated night, their love has still continued to grow ever since.

How it happened: 08/09/2007
Stephanie had just finished her first year of graduate school and was looking forward to a relaxing week-long vacation with Christopher in his current town of Hoboken, NJ. Little did she know that Christopher was planning a little something extra special! Christopher and Stephanie traveled into New York City every day that week to sightsee and, most importantly, to find the city's best cupcake! Unbeknownst to Stephanie, Christopher was traveling with the ring in his backpack on each trip, waiting for the perfect moment to propose. On the final day in the city, on one of the rare perfectly clear low humidity days of August, Christopher and Stephanie decided to stroll through Central Park. When they stopped to rest on a bench in their favorite spot, Literary Walk, Christopher not only gave Stephanie the best cupcake in the city (Magnolia Bakery all the way!) but also the best surprise of her life. Amongst the flurry of chocolate icing and vanilla crumbs, he opened a box containing a beautiful diamond ring and asked Stephanie to marry him. In her shocked chocolate-induced frenzy, Stephanie eventually managed to blurt out an enthusiastic "YES!

Friday, January 16, 2009

what are you DOING to me

So I got a text from douchebag last night which said: "So hows Rock Bottom tonight?" I was confused because we hadn't talked in weeks- and that was the first thing he said? No response to my other text a few days ago or anything? lame. So I responded: "It was fine- JL and I had an ok time except for the live music. We left"

No reponse.

So finally I texted him back a couple hours after and I said: "I'm sorry I can't do this. I can't just have you txt me randomly like nothing happened and then when I answer I only get the silent treatment. Either our shit is over and we move on or we talk about what went down. I apologized for my part. I don't want you to ask me about RB, I want either an apology or a time where we can talk our shit out. You can't just text about trivial things and then never respond. I'm sorry for my part but what are you doing? Why did you even text me?"

No response.

So this morning I texted him saying: " I guess your silence is my answer. Please do not contact me unless it's an apology or an attempt to talk about our crap. It's too hard. Sorry"

No response- but that's fine. I feel good that I stood up for myself. Because it's WAY too easy for any girl- but prob more so for me to look into things. Like I get a 4 word text after over 2 weeks of silence and I immediately go into over-analyzation mode. It's ridiculous. And what happened on New Year's Eve was the BIGGEST fight we've ever had. Our other little pathetic fights were easy to just blow over but this one we can not. He's just as much at fault as I am.

It took a lot of guts to tell him to not contact me- because I really would like this thing to be smoothed over- and I guess I'm a glutton for punishment but I won't just let it go like that. I need to stand up for myself and I deserve an apology. The good thing is that I don't have feelings for him anymore. It was probably good that I didn't talk to him for 2 weeks because it distanced me from him and my feels evaporated within my anger and disgust. I still care for him as a friend and i would like our friendship to be patched up but I don't think I want it to be like it was before. I don't think I want to go out with him and his friends. I KNOW I don't want to ever see Becky again. I'm so sick of fake people. But I would like him to be able to go to RB without a big deal and for me not to be so anxious about leaving on bad terms.

Ever since dad died it's really hard for me to leave someone I care about with awful bad words between us. It's been amplified since Mike Ski died. No one knows when the day will be our last. And so I always try and come back to the person to patch things up and crap. I know that I'm too forgiving (probably to a fault) but my anger dissapates quite fast and I'm ready to patch things up sooner than other people. But I really would like to patch these things up with Jared- but I know things can't be the same as they were before. Hence me standing up for myself yay! So we'll see how it goes. I doubt he will ever respond. I think his text last night was a white flag and I shot him down lol. but whatever.

I realize that I ramble hella bad on these blogs. Sorry if you can't keep up with my train of thought- this entry was really just for me to write it out and sort it out in my head.

mmmk. I'm done.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009



damn it

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Death Cab

The end of Scrubs tonight played "I will follow you into the dark" by Death Cab.  I swear - I nearly died.  I miss when you used to play that song on the guitar.  And everytime it came on one of our ipods we would all sing it real loud.  I miss the 3 of us... I miss you.  I don't understand how far we have gotten so close and so far in the last (almost) year. You are like smoking.  It's an awful habit and you shouldn't be around it. But damn it, it feels good for those 3 minutes.  Sure the long term damage is immense- but god damn how i want those 3 minutes of happiness with you.  

Usually I'm ok.  Usually I'm great.  I see myself in a 3rd person kind of view.  I see myself working, and being independent and doing my own things and laughing and enjoying life.  But there are these moments.  These moments where I'm overcome with the feeling like I can't breathe.  The overwhelming feeling where I'm clawing at my reality, kicking and screaming to get back to the way things were.  To change how I was when we were together.  To kick myself for being the god awful bitch I was to you to make you PROVE to me that you loved me.  Who does that?  blah.  Why is it that I love what I can't have and I shun what loves me?  

Life is funny.  And not in that: It-feels-great-and-it-really-is-the-best-medicine kind of way... more like kick-you-in-the-stomach-when-it-rains-it-pours kinda way.  Ever since my dad died it's been a whole lot of crap.  A whole lot of "does this really happen to normal people/i should have a camera crew following me to document this crap" kinda of crap.  I'm waiting for that sunray to burst through the crowd.  I'm waiting for the GOOD to happen.  What do I have to do to make that happen?  Do I just wait or is there something I'm supposed to be doing?  

I hate these dark emo, cry black tears, moments. I feel like a loser but COME ON, LIFE- WORK WITH ME HERE!!