my record player sucks

So.....sigh....my ears have been red since about 7ish. I even took a shower and they are still burning. Emily hosted a photo shoot of everyone at our house plus some extra people, and I bet they were red in the pictures too. Fuck red eye.....red ear is more like it. Thankfully my face wasn't in many of the pictures. I was usually looking through the blinds or cut off at the waist while walking up the stairs, ORRRRRR shot from behind so all that's showing is my back and neck.

Luckily for the viewing audience, it was a fully clothed shoot. I came to the conclusion that, nude photography, or even slightly clothed photography can be dumb............I think there's other ways to pull off shooting the figure....kinda like how Dijkstra does it I guess. I think it's just beginning to seem a little typical for beginning photographers to say "hey......let's get naked and do a series of pictures on the body". I think it's kind of like painting. If you don't study the old masters, then you have no basis of knowledge to work off of. Then again all they studied was the nude....I guess I don't know then....I always do this dude...I start off with an idea....then I end up where I began.....and it never seems to make sense.....jeeeeeeeska

Anyway I prefer those types of pictures. The ones where I really don't have to be in them as much as other people. No one needs to waste time focusing on my asome greesy "I haven't showered in 3 days" hair style or my patchy beard that I hold oh so dear. I did have to change pants though from my "why didn't anyone tell me I had a hole in the ass of my jeans" to what I just realized were "aerobic" jeans. The really stretchy.....womens....jeans I always wear...............yeah about those dude.


Weeks on end I'll wear those, and I just fucking thought about how since they are so tight and stretchy, I should be doing aerobics instead of walking out in public with them.

It sucks when you make a funny joke about yourself thinking no one is really listening to you.....but then everyone actually notices what you're talking about, and for the rest of the night, you feel you're entire identity is best known as "aerobic jean boy" to others.

Ohhh well........it's what I do best I guess.

I really like the pink color of his shirt....reminds me of the painting ms. ammalasecretnamegoeshere did. I would say I like that pink......sigh....

On a lighter note. Beeb did a spectacular thing this evening. You could say she played a key role throughout the photo shoot. Yeah.....she's pretty famous. Anyway, back to the story. Emily was shooting this scene where Carlette was sitting in an orange chair at the bottom of our stairs by the door, and the rest of us were walking up the stairs but looking down, or in whatever direction we thought would look interesting, but at the same time keeping it real by showing off our....indie hipster retardish ways.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Beeb is in the living room and is watching all of us pose like retards, when she decides, "yeah...........I could make this picture so much better". To which she runs up to where Carlette is sitting and hops on her lap. But it gets better don't worry. I wasn't gonna pull an Anthony right there and tell an awesomely amazing pointless story like I usually do.

So Beeb is perched up on Carlette's lap, and all of a sudden..............we're in between shots and Carlette tries to pick up Beeb and give her a kiss on the cheek....being all retarded and trying to make a scene like she usually is.....to which Beeb comes back with a hiss that makes cat's hissing at the devil in the Exorcist look like kids games. No joke......this wasn't one of those moans or growls that cats do when they are annoyed or aggravated....this was a "wide opened mouth (I'm defending my life)" kind of hiss.

In the back of mind I was saying, "that'll do pig............that'll do."

speaking of.....can we go back sometime this week and watch that movie.....?

O well, that's about all I have for stories right now. I know it's not that interesting, and I know I've wasted about 10 minutes of your eye sight strength, but.....I try......

It's midnight, and even though that's not late at all I feel like an old man. I painted so much this weekend it was sick. But at the same time, I've never really thought about how this entire weekend, from Friday to Sunday, I woke up...went to the studio....went back home....slept....then woke up...and did it all over for two days straight. With this whole "personal outlook on life quest" I'm trying to figure out, it really made me stop to think about how happy it made me that I can in fact, arrange my life so that all I do is wake up to have energy to paint, then fall asleep because of all the work I put in that day towards one thing. That was probably the most confusing sentence I ever wrote. But all I'm saying is I'm so fucking happy I'm doing something with my life that can drive me both in the morning and at night.

...........because............................what it all boils down to is.........."I would".

my entire life story and what I want to make out of it is.............."yeah........I would shoot for that". Thank god I feel like it can all work out in the end. Not that I'm already a sad bastard when it comes to everything else, but at least I have something to think about that makes me happy about what's next to come my way.

So what does this all mean? Not much, but I just put on my new Godspeed record on my shitty record player and it sounds amazing, even though I don't have a receiver and it sounds like it's on volume setting 2.

The only problem I'm facing with this is that since this is a really old record player that I got at salvation army, it skips about every 5 seconds, so basically I have to push the needle to all the good parts in the song just to hear a shorter version than cdnow gives you.

It's good though....moderation right? I'm buying these records so that when I move in a year or so, I'll have something to keep me company through the whole moving to a new city experience. Yeah as sad bastard as that sounds...what's better than investing in a really good record player and a bunch of AWESOME records, knowing that you won't listen to them now, but will save them for a very special moment in time. That's how I see it. As much as I want to listen to the Devendra/Xiu Xiu album....I know it will sound much better in the future.........that way I can appreciate it more I guess.

well....I would love to go on....(and I know I'm not that special so I don't know why I'm acting like I'm trying to serve this huge audience with my fantastic stories) but I just made an entire box of mac n cheese with garlic powdered flavored ground beef.....mmmmmmmmmmm.....so please excuse me while I morph into Mr. fat kid over here and chow down while watching the rest of "A Dog Day Afternoon". Starring....Al Pachino......in a really fucking awesome cream colored shirt and black pants.

I'm already jealous and I haven't even turned on the movie.

Goodnight ms.