"It's just so....sad"

I think I may have managed to get my extra GPA point in photography this term. My metaphorical self-portrait managed to get quite a response from my instructor and classmates. Some said it was a broken childhood, others said it was merely a favorite worn object from the past, nothing more. What do you think?

I'm not sure, either. I threw it together in 30 seconds on my way out the door the morning the project was due. On a whim I decided I wasn't comfortable with the 200 other photos I had shot, and just had to try one more thing. Maybe that is what makes art an expression, seperate from logic and thoughts.

Neighbors, spiders, and feeding your cat cereal

First it was losing a diamond out of my ring, then it was caressing a spider (you don't want to know...), followed by a visit from my parents. Then finding myself outside at 7am in the freezing cold, with a migraine, helping the neighbor I barely know break into her own house after her son locked the house, and car, keys in the car. Whoops!
It's really an akward way to meet someone, standing in your pajamas in the cold: No bra, mascara under my eyes and my short hair sticking out in every direction, looking like some kind of lost Calvin Klein "heroin chic" ad from the 90's.
A tried to make some kind of conversation, but could only babble randomly, still lost in my dream, where I was...
1. Warm.
2. In my home.
3. In my bed.
Since this was obvious it was too akward and I ended up wandering back to the comfort of my own home.
To top it off, my cats were out of food. And it's safe to say I was out of money. So I fed them Rice Krispies. One cat likes Cheerio's, so I was hoping he would go for the Rice Krispies as well. Beggars can't be choosers. It wasn't like I was excited about my breakfast, either.

P.S. I DID go out and buy my two cats food later that day. I'm not THAT cruel. I, on the other hand, am still eating Rice Krispies.

Just another maggot Monday

When I wrote my blog on Globophobia, I mentioned that things rarely go right for me. It's more like I am constantly confronted with irony. Terrible, yet strangely funny irony. Well, today's horrible ironic moment came way too early, and was way too traumatizing to be funny. At least for a long time.
So the other day I hand-washed my boucle sweater and laid it out flat to dry. Just like any other laundry week. Now, as a disclaimer (and in my own defense...), my house is clean. I like a tidy home, and spend more time than I should cleaning it.
Soooo....when I saw something white against the deep blue of my sweater I figured it was an unnoticed tuft of cat hair, a feather, or some other random piece of fluff. But no!
Do you know what it was!? Do you know? It was a big, fat, disgusting MAGGOT. Oh, yes. I barely knew what it was because I hadn't seen one since accidentally digging up my dead rat when I was a child. But there it was, inching it's fat body out of the knitting of my pretty blue sweater. I had to withhold my gag reflex as I tried to remove my sweater without taking my eyes of that gooey white thing.
So, WTF? Really! As I sat on my bed, in shock, I started to believe in God again as I decided there was not any possible way for something like that to be in my home, let alone inside my sweater. He had to be having a good laugh at my expense.
I feel gross. Really, really gross. I had to take another shower, and I still have the creepy-crawlies. Plus, now I am out a pretty blue sweater. It'll be awhile before I can where it again. But can you blame me? Ewwww.....

Leave Sarah Palin alone, Republicans

I really don't like Sarah Palin. Everyone who knows me knows that. However, now that the election is over, and she will not be our next VP, it's time to let her go home to Alaska and slip back into relative anonymity.
She is not to blame for the loss of the election, entirely. That's why I feel bad for the poor woman. No, she's not that bright. No, she was not qualified for the job. But do staff members really have to call her a "hillbilly," and spread stories about Palin in a towel to the press?
No, of course not. Republican's, you chose her. You touted her to be the best person for the job. You sent her across the country with her scripted speeches and partisan tactics. Now take the blame for it, and stop blaming your pretty actress. Every one of her tactics were yours. In the nine weeks Palin was part of the ticket, she did not re-write the rules book for you. But now that you have lost, you want someone to blame so that you don't have to blame yourselves. Poor Sarah Palin, the party scapegoat. I wonder if now she will also realize how much she was used by you, and then thrown away.
I'm not the only one to say this:
See what CNN's Campbell Brown wrote in her commentary this morning,
Conservative columnists have this to say:

Pretty sad if you ask me.

Will you respect me in the morning?

Who knows? But I know I met a lot of sore losers last night that I can't respect this morning.
McCain, I respect you, and always have. I just don't agree with you. You ran a tough campaign against an admirable opponent. You have a career to be proud of and will be remembered as a good politician.
Sarah Palin, I never respected you, and never will. Go back to Alaska and take your $150,000 wardrobe with you.
But the people that took the big hit in esteem from me were the people I watched the election with. No pro-Obama excitement allowed. Plenty of anti-Obama rhetoric to go around. The few of us who cared begging to turn the much-anticipated projector on and the volume UP so we could actually hear what was going on. The mood was so pissy once it was obvious Obama was the winner. It was oppressive.

Oh, and Obama's victory speech? I didn't hear it. I had to wait until the men finished a round of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Nintendo games. And then they didn't turn up the volume. All to a chorus of making fun of me for being interested.
"It's only history." They sullenly said.

And so the few of us with any sense and the freedom to go home left to at least catch the clips that would be playing throughout the night. Bullshit. I got robbed of my election excitement.
I would have listened to McCain's acceptance speech had he been American's choice. I like history. I like seeing history made. I'm also not a sore-loser. Even the hard-core republican's I watched the 2004 election with watched it 'till the end.
Lesson learned: In 2012 I'll be throwing the party.