Frost Apostraphe

We went to a drag show. Did I mention I love drag shows? I should be going for a run right now, but you know what, it's almost 10:00 PM, it's cold, it's dark, and I will go for one tomorrow.

Some of my friends are seeing Avatar tonight. Jealous like whoa- despite the reviews that it's predictable and the second half kind of doesn't bring it, I rilly wanna see it.

This is Ruby, who I enjoyed photographing a lot on Friday.



( Get ready for the Drag Queens of your life and click here. Blondes and brunettes, skinny girls, fat girls, tall girls, tall-haired girls. )

Potentially the most exciting thing in my world is, I have $11.54 in iTunes credit. What songs should I get??? Please help me as I'm musically challenged.

Carly and I went to Satellite the other day and we talked about businessy stuff and it was cool there. Some guy sitting in the chair next to us was giving us advice on our price list, just out of the blue.




( A squintilllllion more )

Helew, friends.

There are a squintillion pictures waiting to be posted to lj. I just can't make myself do it. Hence long delay since last post- plus I figure no one wants to really see a squintillion pictures (but I'll probably subject you to them anyway, PREPARE.)

So let me start small.

Here's my cousin, Brave. I think he's gonna be staying with us for a while. With him, my grandmother, my parents, two little barking rats, Boo, and me all under one roof, we might want to post a sign outside that says, "Looney Bin". This is a horribly flat picture, but here you go, Aunt Karen.



I cornrowed his hair. (Yes, I'm thinking of opening a little shop. First I'll have to get three-inch-long fake nails though and I'll have to attach little jeweled beads to them with jumper rings). Flyaways. Oops. Next time I'll do it on wet hair. What can I say- I'm a photographer, not a ...corn... row... er.



Brave's had his tonsils removed; he went back to CO to get it done because that's where he's got insurance. Then a blood clot formed in his throat and he had to be airlifted to another hospital. Great. Apparently he's doing fine but it's hard to keep in touch without phones and so forth, which his family doesn't use much. I've been thinking of him a lot today.

Get better, Cuz.

Coming up someday when I'm not quite so lazy:
Thanksgiving- we all go to Santa Fe to pay too much for an atmospherically sound buffet, where they have cheese and really really good deviled eggs. Also 27 other things.
Amy's Bachelorette Party- once-hopeful suicide girl prepares for marriage by partying in a Catholic school girl skirt and a pink boa.
Dad Gets More Catholic- St. Therese is a very picturesque church, that's the only reason I mention it.
My Little Cousins Visit- I'm related to so many cute little people.
I Meet Up With Annie From SPS- Once one of the most popular girls of my high school graduating class.
Other Random BS- New Polaroids, my night of failed dancing, abstracts, etc etc.

I went to high school with this gal and hadn't seen her since. She's moved back. It was nice to chill. Seven years, it's been. I think I'm going to abuse facebook and try and get photos of all the people from my high school that I can.




Why, here's another one now, in fact.



He's going to school now, apparently. He looks a lot different to me but his voice is just the same. It's odd, the things that change about people over time and the things that stay the same. I didn't realized how identifiable a voice could be, or how much the timbre of a voice remains lodged in one's memory.

The woman above, for example, has a beautiful feathery soprano. And that guy has a sweet sort of mellow lilt, probably in the tenor range. Even after I've forgotten so many names, I can call all their voices to my mind's ear easy as pie.

P.S. did you SEE what I'm listening to? Perversely, I've grown to really like her. Not her songs or anything (this is the only one I know) but just her cute little self. It's gotta be hard to be a lil Disney child with a Achy-Breaky dad. Don't worry, little Hannah Montana, just make it over. You can do it.

Here's another picture of Carly- unusable as far as showing what I did with her makeup but otherwise I liked it. There was either a tow truck or a cop (I forget) right across the street, which is where the lighting came from.




Carly took this. These parrots came from an old t-shirt of my dad's which finally died. Now they're on the back of a sweatshirt and Ima keep em forever. Today I think I wanna sew some things. And go take pictures at tattoo shops, which would be awesome.



( Click here if you'd like to see what I was for Halloween )

I decided to get into doing people's makeup so I'm trying to make a portfolio. I don't claim to be all great or anything, but what the hell, right? Last night Carly let me practice on her. Afterwards I tried to take photos but night had fallen and flash is- uh- not my strong suite. But anyway, here is how that turned out.




This isn't a real shot, I was just wondering why my flash wasn't totally synching. She, meanwhile, was telling me about a creepy Spanish movie called The Orphanage. Right here she was explaining the kid with the bag over his head. I get frightened so easily!



I'm pretty sure I have the prettiest friends of all time. Carly is not only thin and blonde but she takes better pictures than me. We were just playing last night but yet she got these shots that were off the wall badass. Sometimes I get jealous and feel unworthy around my friends because of how I can't compare to them in any way but hey, oh well. I'm just me and there's nothing I can do about it. May as well make the best of it, right? And be happy I get to know these cool gente.

C'mon- there's supposed to be like almost 900,000 people in the greater metro area. Right? So how do I see someone I know like every time I step out the door?

But no here's a question

POP POLAROID QUIZ

I have 92 Polaroid shots left. Should I:
(a) hoard 'em so I'll still be able to take a Polaroid in 2099? or
(b) use 'em now as the situation calls for and deconstruct my camera so I can take TTVs as the next best thing once they're gone?

Please. This questions is reaching great philosophical proportions. Halp.

Little world. Little tiny thing.

When I want to remember I go to Goodwill, where there are baby chairs and where some preteen has meticulously plastered her shelves with stickers.

Andra's grandfather has died. I wish I could offer her my profound condolences.

Yes, things are going fine. This guy works at the place where I drink a lot of the time.

I went to the Fiesta Queen coronation at St. Therese church. A bunch of 14-ish year old girls raise money for St. Therese for several months and whoever raises the most is crowned Fiesta Queen. There was a Beatles cover band there, which was called Creme Tangerine as far as I could tell. The lead singer could not carry a tune if it weighed three ounces. I still liked them, however, because I have this thing wrong with me where sometimes I like to hear people when they sing out of tune.

There were funnel cakes.

This woman was sitting under a tent and I felt we were kindred spirits since she had blue hair. I'm including the larger version because whoa I've never seen contacts like these.