Nikon Coolpix P500

I ordered my new camera around the time I started this blog page. I expected the camera to be here sooner so that I could use it to help spark my blog, but it has taken FOR ever. I had it on pre-order, and usually I don't do that for electronics because I always have to read the review, but this is a Nikon. I trust Nikon very much. I ordered myself a red Nikon Coolpix P500, one of their new ultrazoom models. I don't really need a fancy, high end, top of the line camera. I shoot photography as a hobby, I am no professional and nor do I aspire to be. Sometimes I just see something and I have to capture it in a photo. I chose this camera because it is very similar to those fancy cameras but it is at a fraction of the price. Some of those cameras can get up to two thousand or more. If I were professional I would understand the need, but since I'm not, I went for the nice, sleek, BEAUTIFUL Coolpix. It was said to be released on March 3rd, but today is the sixth and it is only now being shipped to me. It will arrive on my doorstep on March 9th. I cannot wait. Then I will finally be able to get started with my photography blog that I've been trying to do.
By the way, I am giving up medical school for graphic design. If you're gonna do it for the rest of your life, you'd better love the shit out of it, right? Art's my thing.
I encourage whoever reads this to do the same - just do whatever you want! Fuck social acceptance and the restraints of reputation or of your parent's or peer's opinions. Be great and do what you want to do!
:)

Accomplishments

I'm going to tell you a story about my car. This car, a green Pontiac Grand Am, is a total rockstar car. It's complete with faded and chipped paint on the hood, two barely functioning windshield wipers that I have been too lazy and broke to replace, a non-functioning back window that makes terrible noises if you ever try to roll it down, a blown speaker, and a cd player that is faulty and scratches cds. Oh, yeah. This car is worth a large fortune.

I have a tendency to allow a lot of mess to accumulate in this car. Since I live with both of my divorced parents, I keep all of my things in the backseat and I usually don't bring them inside to either of my bedrooms. Today, I had enough. I decided that it was disgraceful to such a beautiful machine to keep it so cluttered! Not to mention a little embarrassing on my part to drive my friends around in the mess. So I took the great machine to a car wash and paid $13.00 to have it shined up and cleaned on the outside and I took a couple of hours freshening up and "detailing" the inside. Now, I love this car. It's like it's brand new! And hey, it smells phenomenal.

I finished cleaning my car and I was filled with this sudden motivation to clean everything! I did the dishes, cleaned my kitchen, did 3 loads of laundry and cleaned my bedroom. I never thought I would get so much done! But, I guess the truth should finally be revealed. I have a huge exam tomorrow and I'm distracting myself from studying. All of my efforts to procrastinate resulted in a clean environment, but I still don't know anything about chapters 3 through 6 of my textbook.

Well, until next time..

Valentine's Day?

I was so busy today fretting about classwork and Gaga's new fashion craze (see my "Horny" blog) that I forgot that it was just Valentine's day!
I was checking my Facebook and gosh, there were only two posts that kept showing up. Either, "Wow, I'm so glad I spent today with my valentine." or the ever so.. Lovely.. "Singles Awareness Day, Valentine's Day is the worst day ever!" So I guess I decided to share my thoughts. I like going for the dramatic, usually that's how I am around my friends, always exaggerating. So, here are my thoughts on the day of love.
I wish I could pull up some history about how this is really a pagan holiday celebrated in ancient days by Satan worshipers and drunks, but judging by what I've read lately it's not really an adaptation from anything bad. Like at all. I guess I should start by saying that I do enjoy Valentine's Day most of the time. Today, for instance, I went out to breakfast with a handsome friend of mine and we saw a movie. This instead of school made my Valentine's Day a good one. I took a nap around six since I was up until 3 doing math homework.... All around uneventful, but perfect Valentine's Day. I've often wondered - why do so many people hate this time of year? I guess it's a painful reminder of the fact that they have no one to share their love with, but why so much angst? Stick to your friends! At least you have that much. And, well, if you don't, then try a vibrator or blow up doll to get you through until the 15th :)
All I'm saying is that if you take anything from this day be it positive or negative - you should at least see it as a time to laugh about the jerks you used to know among friends who are still by your side to share those memories!

Horny

Oookay, I just have to say something. Lady Gaga. What an icon, right? She is, in my opinion, quite the human being. When she was first becoming popular I was definitely not a fan. My sister was, like, a die hard fan on the other hand. All of the time it was, "Just dance!" I was not amused. Then one night I was watching Saturday Night Live, the best show ever on NBC and Lady Gaga was the performer for that episode. Great! Right? So I was listening to this artist that I despised and was like, "Wait a second.. Who is this? Surely this piano and awesome voice is not that dance-techno-sounding woman that my sister's in love with." I was converted.
Moving on.
Her style choices have always been a little weird to me, and I guess to a lot of the public, but I always try to read the stories behind those bizzarre wardrobe choices of hers, so I was understanding and loving still. I've seen countless interviews of hers with the reoccurring theme of living life rejecting prejudice, rejecting cliche`, and rejecting normality in the eyes of people who hold themselves to be better than you somehow. Now, obviously this is paraphrased. But she's a very confident and controversal person that I've basically learned to respect.
Now, to the point of my blogging tonight! February 14, 2011, Lady Gaga is on Jay Leno and I am seeing for the first time these strange... HORNS coming out of her face and shoulders! I had to do a double take, sure I'm being dramatic, but I just did not understand her thoughts behind the eyebrowless, horny mess. Usually I'm very supportive and full of admiration, but right now all I can do is blog about it. I am distressed.
For those who haven't seen, this is the cover art for her new single: Born This Way.

Now, in this picture she actually looks pretty glamorous pulling off this strange sort of "I'm filming an alien movie right now" look. But on Jay Leno tonight she really wasn't looking THIS great.
I'm still a fan and I'm still going to download this album as soon as it comes out in May, but I'm not going to understand for a while why exactly she chose this look. :) I know that it's probably perfect in her eyes though and hey! That's what matters, right?

Brown Girls Club

Today, perfection is:
-reunions with old, old friends
-exchanging timeless memories
-resisting my inner shopaholic
-I should stop watching scary movies

We were young when we first met and even today we can't remember early enough to know a time without each other. We decided it has been about ten years, if not more, since the last time we saw each other. It started yesterday, through the grapevine we got reconnected in Boulder, Colorado. My sister and I invited her over to stay the night with us so that we could actually have quality time together and, you know, catch up. We tried to watch a movie, but it got really late and we decided to go to bed. Today we went to Flatirons Mall and basically watched my sister take hours and hours to buy out the entire place. It took everything I had not to blow my student loans on some new outfits! Anyway, we finished out the day at Buffalo Wild Wings and decided not to lose contact. Too many memories to just abandon what we had as friends.
And now, at this very second, I'm recovering from watching Paranormal Activity 2 on my sister's computer with her and her boyfriend. It's pretty late and I don't quite want to sleep yet. :)

The Past

We are going to go back in time. Around my freshman and sophomore years in high school, everything was the end of the world. Of course today some things still amount to seemingly apocalyptic ends, but not nearly as often as then. Anyway, I picked up writing as a way to vent out my feelings in a time of raging hormones and wacked out emotions. Fortunately, it evoked from me a talent that I did not understand until today, which is a day too late. I have, for lack of a better phrase, been swallowed by the life of a college student and, consequently, lost my talent of poetry. Oh well, at least I can still spell. Today it's essays, more essays, lab writeups, and more essays. You hardly have to be creative to conjure a five page draft about stem cell research or whatever. College is great, and looking to the future is great too, I guess... I mean I'm looking at around 10 years more of school, so right now it looks like a lot of boring schoolwork. It looks like a lot of time consuming crap that I don't care about. All of it, I'm sure, will lead to this huge realization that "it was all worth the fulfillment I feel right now as I sit on a fat pile of money" but seriously? When I was a freshman, when I was a sophomore, I wanted to be a painter. Someone whose desk is a huge blank canvas, your daily task is to come up with something creative to do. Then I grew up, and what the hell? Now it's about the social definition of success and trying to overcome the disease of poverty -- where is the fun in that? Where is the fun in a waiting list, 14 years of school, MATH, debt... In the past, I didn't really care about anything. I guess you could say this is another one of those blogs about how "in the good 'ole days when all you cared about was giggles and rainbows," but those WERE the good ole days! And now we are just trying to grow up and be something in this miserable world.
That's just what's on my mind tonight. A little unorganized and a tad bit melodramatic, but such is my definition of perfection. What's yours?