Corey's Headshot Extravaganza

So, my friend Corey asked me to take his headshot. Now, none of these are amazing, not because of him, but because of me. I'm new at this. But for a headshot that he needs to turn it tomorrow, they turned out pretty neat. 

 Outside Phoebe's. What's wonderful about this one is that it was the first picture of it's kind. and in my opinion, probably the best

 I don't think he'll use this one. Or a few of the following. They're added because they were the extras that were just fun. I like this one cause he's kinda smirking.

 Another different one. Thought it turned out neat.

 A smiling one! If he wants serious face headshot, then he has many options. But with this, he can also give a happy headshot.

 Tool.

 Another friendly picture. Also, don't you love the wind in hair. Au naturale.

 Interesting angle.

 We ran out to New Mexico very quickly.

Stoner face.

 This was also one of the first of it's kind. I like the background. I just hate the lighting, cause there's nothing I can really do about it.

 Darn shadow from his hair.

"I look gay in this picture." No you don't. This would be another good option if that one eye didn't have a shadow.


p.s. To any of my bleaders (blog readers), if you want pictures as well, let me know. It costs you nothing, cause it costs me nothing. It's great practice. And they don't have to be headshots. They can just be some fun and games. Feel free to ask.

Thank You!

I am extending the largest thank you. This post's theme is "People who made this week not suck completely"

Each photo is a representation of someone who made this week better than it would've been without them in my life.

(In no particular order):

 Heather Rubin (or Aleeza as your facebook says). I came home from having a rough time in scene study and you were in my room to give me a hug and tell me that all the thoughts I was thinking were legitimate. This poster represents you because it was the first thing you noticed in my room and you said "I Love You" just from seeing it. 

 Dad. You called me to check in and that was completely unexpected and therefore meant a lot. This is a picture of my hair. It represents you because it's, in my opinion, our biggest symbol of our connection to each other. 

 Sam. You're just awesome and you listen to me rant for practically hours. Why you haven't lost your mind over me is surprising. Also, we love the same things and our bond just grows stronger and stronger everyday. We are the same person, practically. This picture represents you because it's from the frame you gave me today as my birthday present. 

 This represents many people actually. First of all, the people at Jimmy John's that actually make work not completely boring and awful. Second, the woman at food services who remained completely neutral as I was quitting my job at Kimmel and then preceded to give me my check, which is always a wonderful thing to get. I really need to deposit these checks...

 Mom. Everything. You do everything. You called me I don't know how many times to check up on me and make sure I'm okay. You listened to me talk through all the crazy stuff I've been feeling and you dealt with it in a motherly way, not a therapist way. You were extremely helpful and I wish I had a better picture for you, but this must suffice.

Jen. New friend. Hanging out with you tonight (Thursday night) was what the doctor ordered. I am in such a happy state right now just from sitting and talking about everything over a wonderful pot of tea and a plate of cookies. This picture represents you because these were the pots our tea was served in. Thanks again for introducing me to this magical place. I look forward to many visits.

To those of you not in this post, it's okay. It doesn't mean that you pissed me off and these were the only people that made me happy. So, calm down.

It's a bit wordy

This is my Jimmy John's hat. I wear this hat to work everyday that I work (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and the occassional pick up shift). I also work at Kimmel, but that won't last too much longer. This hat was chosen as the object for today, and stands alone, for a specific purpose. I just had to voice some opinions I have and this represents those opinions. You may move on from here, or you can brave what I have to say. But as the title suggests, it will get wordy.

I was doing the math today and I realized that in the four hours I worked today, I made $28. That's pathetic (minimum wage sucks). But when I did said math, I found myself getting super upset. There are people that don't work, yet they can have the luxury of going out and spending money at will. They get money from sources unknown to me, not that I need to know. I just know it's not work. Which lead to my thought of how the "old-fashioned ideas" of "hard-work and responsibility will prosper" have gone out the window. Nowadays, you could be on your laptop on Facebook in class and still graduate. You could be texting in class and still graduate. Hell! you could skip class and still graduate. And I'm not perfect, I'm not scolding people that do these things cause the truth is I've done them all at least once. But the fact that I got away with it and I'll still graduate astounds me. Remember when you were little and you had to do everything perfectly? I mean, standing on the bus while it was in motion was risky. You never stepped out of line, you never broke any rules. and now look. The things we can get away with. Not to spotlight my nerdy theatre geek in me, but let's go back to the Renaissance Era, Shakespeare's time. They didn't really have as many classes as we do now. Basic latin was about as far as it went. And you could not text, you could not get on a laptop. You couldn't do anything but repeat after the teacher and memorize memorize memorize. And if you didn't succeed, you wouldn't have a noble profession. You wouldn't support your family and you'd die of the plague. So that's quite the exaggeration, but you get my point, right? Shakespeare and his genius cohorts didn't have Facebook or Twitter or even Blogger.com to distract them from the hard-work that lay ahead and they are figures that we still study today. And then you look at the talent we are forced to face each day (teeny-boppers) and it's no surprise. So it upsets me to think that while I value hard-work and feel that it will be the cause of my success in the future, the truth is, it may not be. And it will hurt, deeply, when I get beat out by someone who spent their days of college getting high every night, drinking every night, and making nothing of their experiences at college.

That is all.