3 posts tagged “mr. abrupt”
So I haven't posted anything from this semester's photography class because there hasn't been much to post. We haven't had many assignments and the ones we've had have sucked. To be honest, I'm very disappointed in this class; I haven't learned much and in many ways it's been a big waste of time, which sucks because this was the one class I was super excited to take.
Le sigh.
Anyway, I finally got around to scanning the photos I like. We got to play with a 4x5 camera (the one that looks like an accordion) for some modeling shoots. Art, one of the guys in my group, brought in a girl and a make-up artist. The girl originally looked all cute, her hair in two little buns with very minimal make-up. The make-up artist worked her magic and turned her into a total Femme Fatal. Take a gander:
This was my favorite out of the four I did, but unfortunately she had lipstick on her teeth, so I had to turn this one in instead:
One thing I learned about this exercise was that 4x5 cameras are a total pain in the ass. The quality of the negatives, though? Whew! I can see why photographers would spend $85 for 100 sheets of film. Such clarity... amazing.
The next photo I took at the beginning of the semester. I didn't end up turning it in, but Iiked it because it came out all blurry and looked like a soft water color portrait:
It was taken at 4:00 PM at 100 ISO (I had film to burn up), which I knew would make it near impossible to get a sharp picture, ESPECIALLY with the subjects moving and me without a tripod, but I still shot it and I'm glad I did. I wish the hands were a little clearer and you could see that she's carrying a bag on her left side instead of wondering if she's got some sort of deformity, but it is what it is. I actually have been playing around with it in Photoshop and converted it into a "painting" which I might blow up and hang on one of our walls somewhere:
Anyway, that's about it for pictures I don't hate or find rather boring. I'm hoping that my last assignment (which is done with a 4x5...) will be a good one. I have to say, I've never been so excited for a class to end.
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In other news, I went on a cruise last week and it was awesome! Except for the fact I got latched onto by a cuddler. Ugh. More on that at a different time.
Oh, and Mr. Abrupt called a couple of weeks ago. I took my time in calling him back, as I was very busy. I talked to him on Sunday, and he called a few days later but I couldn't talk, as I was working overtime on an event at work. And I haven't talked to him since.
That guy, man. He absolutely fucking kills me sometimes.
-K.
"You know, when you sleep, you have this giant vein that pops out on your forehead."
-Mr. Abrupt, March 1, 2008.
Golly, he sure knows how to sweet talk a girl.
In general, I try to keep things from my father. I mean, I'm a good kid, I always have been. But there are certain things a father doesn't need to know about his daughter's goings-on. Dad's a worrier and fairly protective of me, so it's best if he doesn't know where I am, and who I'm with, and what I'm doing with said person. Really, I'm just trying to spare him worry.
Yesterday, I went on my very first motorcycle ride ever. Aside from being scared out of my mind for 98% of the ride, I actually really enjoyed it. My family has never been into motorcycles and although there's a picture of my father riding one, helmet-less with my mom holding on to the back of him, I'm sure he wouldn't approve of me "needlessly endangering" my life. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him,right? So imagine my shock when, about 15 minutes back from the ride, I get this call:
Dad - Were you on a motorcycle just now?
Kristin - What? How did you... What?
Dad - Were you on a motorcycle just now?
Kristin - Seriously, what?
Dad - Okay, let me ask you this: are you missing your cell phone?
Kristin - No... I don't think so.
Dad - Because I just got a call from a guy on your phone saying that it fell out of your pocket while you were with some guy who came screaming around a corner on a motorcycle.
Kristin - He wasn't "screaming" around any corners, dad.
Dad - And I said to him "That couldn't be my daugher. She'd never be on a motorcycle."
Kristin - Daaaaaad, come on!
Dad - So, what were you doing on a motorcycle?
Kristin - Uh...
I spent the next few minutes explaining to my dad just exactly what I was doing on a motorcyle. I'm still trying to figure out why, when I have a "home" number listed, this dude decided to call my pops. The phone fell out of my pocket in a semi-richy area, so my guess is that it was probably some church-goer that wanted to let my father know just exactly what his 26 year old daugher was doing with her spare time. And the guy didn't show up to meet my dad to return the phone, either. So basically, I have no phone* AND my dad knows I'm hanging around some motorcycle riding hoodlum that goes screaming around corners.
Just goes to show no matter how sneaky I think I'm being, my dad is everywhere. It's useless to hide; he always finds out**
-K.
*Not that I care. I hate phones. But now I have to go find an alarm clock to wake me up in the morning. GREAT.
**Of course at 26 years old, I should be able to say, "I'm an adult, stop treating me like a child" but can anyone ever really say that to their parent?
