some of my weirder photoshop explorations =)


sing to the batman theme
Catdog!! Dunununun...nunununu... Catdog!

i dunno where i was goin with this one..

for mikes birthday i got him a spongebob pinata that he's had his eye on for a while :)

and i had a lot of fun driving around a celebrity.

(taking pictures while driving should be illegal)

i'm a dork.

i filled it up with fruit

and i tp'd his room.

it was a really good day.

oh ya,

and these things are really fun

a person is bothering me today.

somebody who has biases and has power over me, and is putting somewhat of a glass ceiling on my potential.

dumb teacher.

although i love this teacher.

today i'm just going to leave it at

dumb teacher.

and maybe i'll find a way over her biases and through her problems, and make what i want to of this class.

cause she isn't going to ruin something i love for me.

and sometimes it's just hard to take criticism on your work. Art that you love, and that you put yourself into.

she made her choices that give me problems, but i'm not going to let it get my attitude.

(doesn't this one make you think of golden eyed vampires?)

I can do digital :)

so stop pushing me in the darkroom

p.s. hope she doesn't read my blog.. bahaha

how is it that reality isn't the norm, and the norm is a skewed version of reality?

nature doesn't need anything to be beautiful, it just is.

i think i'm pretty.

i mean not that o gosh she's so pretty, it takes a second to see, but i do think i'm pretty.

my self esteem hasn't blossomed to that state of going without make up.

but i can have a good day and feel comfortable without it.

the thing is i like to feel pretty.

feeling pretty makes things happier.

feeling attractive helps anybodys mood.. whether they want to admit it or not.

but why is it that i don't feel Pretty without make up?

how come the average of what every girl looks like, without alterations, isn't enough?

i'm not sure how we got here.

but maybe i'll work to get somewhere that makes more sense.

like how nature just is beautiful.

-ending credits-

thoughts provoked by-

the uglies series

a sister

a good friend

and an old friend

growing up is haard.

(imagine that being said like russell on UP, "tents are haard.." with a red mark across his face from the tent pole smacking him :))

cassie got me saying that haha.. studying is haard, working is haard. i say it about most hard things, the exact same way. thanks cass (i love you very very much, and you are coming down to see me soon.. whether you knew it or not) :) hurray for a more exciting, upbeat way to complain.. oh boy.

but when growing up all this responsibility starts coming at you soo fast. and it's exhilarating, knowing how close adulthood and freedom is.

It's a difficult step,

but a so-worth-it step.

it's this awkward transition of responsibility and freedom that's hard to figure out.

for me anyways.

ready for a cheesy Spiderman quote? (slightly mangled to fit my situation)

"With great freedom comes great responsibility."

i have all these dreams, and i'm excited for life.

I'm ready to grow up!! bring it on world. bring it.

i'm so grateful for the inspirational people in my life.

last night cola and i worked the same shift (we're work neighbors) me at zupas, her at training table. and she got off an hour before me.

we just kind of had a great day together.

i wasn't a very happy person

and we hung out all afternoon talking and napping in her bed.

and then we went to work.

and she sat in my car till i got off work

then she drove my car away and i chased it across the parking lot.

(punk)

then i slept at her house..

but we aren't very good at sleeping, much better at talking. till very late

most the pictures we took were to hideous.. hideous to the point of making us laugh in those silent laughs, the ones were you are laughing so hard it doesn't make a sound, tears are coming out the corners of your eyes and you can't breath. this one is the only one slightly agreeable to posting. :)

there is this other one tho.. that i thought about posting. but it was a little to indecent. but i'll describe it for you =) it's my backside while in a shoulder stand.. and there a hat on my bumb.. so it's like a smiley face is drawn on my back, my butts the hairline.. and there's this cowboy hat on top. it's like a chin face but funnier. laugh every time i see it. :) cola gets a lil to creative when i do yoga in her room.

-a funny after effect of that picture-

scene- i'm doing a handstand at my house today

jenna- "why is there a smiley face on your back?"

me- "well uh......you see.."

hah.. o garsh

i love my bff cola.

and her family, her papa, her mom, melissa, ryan, david, natalie. all of them.

even sometimes the cats aren't that bad.

and i went to yoga this morning

then i walked around riverwoods taking pictures of flowlers.

all pictures above this point were Not edited :D

i love niko

then i came home to face my long list of daunting tasks for my day off.

by the way

i really need to work on keeping my head cool.

cause today i kind of lost my temper.

sorry about that mom.

i'm kind of a proud child and it's much easier to apologize on blogs than in person. for me anyways

reminder to sarah-

if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.

(arguing really will never get anybody anywhere)

and below are some pictures that i am Quite proud of that i never got around to posting till now.

i love my "designated jumper" lya :]

soo.. i couldn't resist. cola talked to me after seeing the first version of this post and we decided these pictures should be up.

mr. chamberlain.

just typing it brings a smile to my face :)

i wanted to blog about a few things for memories sake. (this is my scrapbook/journal you know)

first on the agenda:

Festival of Colors

(we will wait to finish this section once i get the pictures from him)

but let it be known that i sarah crowley crowd surfed.

his car:

i love his car.

it's a piece of crap

but so is my car

and he's taught me to drive stick shift in his car.

one time he came to timp during lunch and when i saw him he said

"you know.. your car may be the crappiest car in this entire parking lot, but it's still the one i was most excited to see.." :)

that means a lot considering anything he see's that's shiny and fast and on wheels he acts like the dogs on UP. dog- "squirrel........." mike- "mustang....." (as he watches it go by)

quick story about the car: one of the lights is broken (from when we got in a lil car accident) and sometimes it decides it likes to point straight up, other times it'll just be slightly closed and look like it's winking. but it always cracks us up. especially when we're driving down canyons at night and we can't see the road to well but oh gosh, we have those tree tops spot lighted. his car kind of has a pointy nose and it's a dark green. i remember last April when i met him, every time i'd see a car remotely close to his my heart would jump, all it would take was a slightly pointy nose on a car and i'd be completely distracted. and when it really was his car in the parking lot at school or Days my heart would race.

i was crazy about him then and i'm crazy about him now.

it was just about a year ago we hung out for the very first time outside of school, we biked up the canyon and he held my hand for the very first time up by the water fall. both our hands were really sweaty. but it was sweet.

i remember how cola and paul got us together, and then later, we got them back together.

i remember his birthday almost one year ago, i went to his house and gave him a hug. i also had a bite of his birthday steak.

i liked the way he smelled when i hugged him.

i remember going to the days everyday during lunch and both cola and my eyes would be straining hoping to find paul and mike sitting on the back of mikes car eating burritos, like always.

his birthday is this coming 25th. i want to do something special for him. because he's made this last year very special for me.

I've loved falling in love with him. i remember when i found out he was coming back from his very long trip to canada, i screamed and danced around my house and cried happy tears (my family thought i was bazerk) i remember when i had one of the hardest times in my life while he was gone, and how he listened on the phone while i spilled and cried, and how comforting he was. I remember the first time i saw him after he came home, it was very sweet.

he helps me realize my own self worth.

it's hard to believe it's already been a year since i met him.

time flies.

and that we've been together for ten months.

that's not all that long, but it feels even shorter.

there are so many moments i don't want to forget, like slow dancing in the parking lot, or little conversations, and the way his face wrinkles when he smiles. long walks, growing and learning together. the kind of conversations that make you really think. we push each other to be better people. i love how when i'm driving away from his house he stays outside till i'm out of view. how i catch him smiling and looking at me. doing hand stand together. geocaching together, hiking and enjoying nature. playing sardines with his entire family (all of us. mom, dad, tj, steph, everyone was crammed behind a desk. tj- "please.. nobody fart.") i love his family. i love how i can talk to him about anything and everything. i love being able to witness his life. i love jumping off his back porch onto the tramp with him. i love him. i want him to be happy. no matter what happens ever, this has been so good.