So this shall be the life of a journalist. I need to start learning how to use Livejournal a little better. I like all the embedded people. I also need to use flickr. I'm totally swamped in things I need to do this semester. I was supposed to join Twitter but that didn't happen (yet). I was supposed to start doing real photoshoots but that hasn't happened yet either.

However, I am extremely excited about tomorrow. I recently submitted 4 of my personal favorites and my best pictures into the Art Gallery at the Fresno Fair. Judging is tomorrow morning, and I am extremely excited! I was able to check out the competition when I dropped them off, and I have to admit that I have some pretty stiff competition. The first thing I learned that I will fix next year is the fact that I can use actual photo paper instead of matte, which allows colors and details to come out much better, and won't blend the ink as much. Second, I realized I put all my eggs in one basket, when I should have gone and thrown them all over the place. There were three divisions within the Amateur Division: Color, Monochrome, and Theme. I only put them in Color. Next year you bet that I will submit at least one in each Division. And finally, size doesn't matter, and my pictures were some of the biggest there. I WILL fix this problem. Anyways, I am a little confident in my Strawberries pic, and my Jellyfish definitely stands out amongst the rest of the "Wild Animals" Class. My Peacock is nice, but it may not be "Creative" enough to take the prize, and my last picture "The Kick" might be a little too dark for people to fully enjoy. Whatever happens happens I say, but I will most definitely scream like a school girl even if I get an Honorable Mention.




UPDATE****
So today was the judging, and I woke up extra bright and early to go. The judging didn't actually start until about 9:30, but I got there at 9 anyways. When I got there, to my horror, all four of my photos had grown crease bubbles, totally ruining the photos look. To top it off, watching the judging of the first class made my horror even more when they also judged on print quality. I left almost immediately knowing that I was not even going to have a fighting chance within my categories due to the great prints my competitors had. Luckily my mom was there, and she made me feel a little better. I decided I wanted to suck it up and go back after I had a bite to eat. When we got back, it was my picture in the mans hand, and I almost died. Literally, I felt my heart stop, look around, and say "Fuck this, I'm out of here," walk out of my chest, and drive off in a little toy car. I tried my best to hear what they said but they put the photo down before I could listen. I asked the woman next to me what they said and to my surprised, she told me, " They said that they thought the picture was great, good composition and quality, but the print was bad, and thats the only reason why they aren't considering it." It wasn't much, but I took that tiny brownie point and ran. I am completely satisfied with knowing that the judges liked it. It wasn't my fault entirely that the print came out lousy, and now I know better for next year. I stayed for a few more class judgments so I could get some tips for my own photography, but I left after they completely passed up my strawberry picture.

Overall, I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get much of a fighting chance. I am however glad that the judges looked at my photo and thought that it was good! I will find a better Print developer and next year you can bet your ass that I will come back with my iron knuckles on, ready to take out my competitors. I'm still learning photography, but damnit, I'm well on my way! Here's to next year!

If someone did this for me, I don't care what happens, I would be stuck forever.

So, I have always been a fan of Mega Man, although I was much too young to fully appreciate 1-8. I was a hardcore X fan but was turned off by X7-8. Anyhow, with the upcoming MM9 coming to the Virtual Console, I decided to get the original that started it all. And fuck, back in those days gamers must have been masochistic. Ice Man's stage alone makes me want to throw my Wii-Mote.




Maybe I'm doing it out of order....

I wasn't sure what to do. I was just sitting at the stop light and as it turned green the car right next to me got rear ended. The car behind had their front totaled with a little damage to the front car. The front cars driver popped out and started yelling, but thats about the time I left. I didn't want to get stabbed or in the way, but I could've been witness. I just left, but a cop flashed his lights almost immediately after, so I guess everything will be fine.

:-S

Well, I took a trip to San Jose this weekend to try and map out the area. I've been curious about moving up North for awhile now but I don't know the area much. San Jose to me has all the benefits of a large city with a more laid back small town feel, much like Fresno. I was going to use this trip to get more acquainted with the area, considering I've been to SF many times before. However, things happened and I ended up spending two days in the bay area, starting out with a night in Oakland and then spending the entire day wandering around and hanging out in the familiar areas of SF. Due to the fact that I got a better feel of how life would be like if I lived in Frisco, I am now leaning towards moving to Frisco. It has the same benefits of clean air and nice people, but it also is a lot more lively and action oriented, which I love. Plus, it is still laid back enough to appreciate the home life (as a taurus, I LOVE my home life). My main concern is that I have no valuable skills and Circuit City wouldn't pay for my food, let alone my bills and my rent. Patience:its a bitch.

Going to Pride by myself. Marc has to do remodel and I'm stuck not knowing what to do. I'm determined to go though, even if I go by myself. I have a few friends up north that I could visit, but I'm trying to find people to go with me. 

Well, considering I'm bored as shit, I may as well write here something fun!

The first time I ever got a tattoo was in Germany, the same time I got my nipples pierced. Both were both painful and pleasurable at the same time, and I won't stop there! I just recently got a new tattoo in Vegas in light of my twenty-first birthday!

My first pet was a gold fish. I won him at the fair and kept him in a nice tank with a filter and everything. He grew very large and kept eating all the other fish I put in the tank. Eventually he got sick and died. I list of animals keeps getting bigger however, from rabbits to chameleons, to leopard geckos, I've had a ton of pets, and don't plan to stop soon.

My first computer experience was in second grade, when I played MAC games and Oregon trail. I never knew people could die from diahrea before. After that my parents continued to supply me with fresh new computers, each more up to date than the next. I have two hand me downs currently, but they work usually better than any computer that I've encountered publicly before.

Curious about my first time doing.... you know...?
Well, I'm an open book. First time doing the big nasty was when I was barely 16. I got anxious and thought that if i didn't get with someone soon I would be a virgin forever. I accidentally chose the town slut. When I first made physical contact with him, all I did was grab his penis. It was the first time I ever actually REALLY touched anyone in a naughty way. The second night we met I kissed him, and I unlocked the unholy beast that is my darker side/sexual side. I lost control and nearly jumped on him. I wanted to fuck, get fucked, kiss, rip his clothes off, everything! It wasn't until the third day that I finally felt penis in my ass. It wasn't very pleasant since he was still inexperienced and I found out about LUBE. Plus he had a 9+ inch penis that really stretched out my ass. I hurt for a few days, but I really liked it. Although we didn't really do much considering how painful it was and I stopped shortly after insertion, I wouldn't have real sex until a year later, when I met my first boyfriend. Theres another first in this First entry. But I'll save that story for another day.