Yay! I am SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 I've already decided not only WHAT I am going to pack, but HOW I am going to pack it, and how many FOLDS each of my clothes needs so it all fits. Yes, I am THAT excited. I can't decide what to do first when I get home! Hoping I can see my horses right away, but I won't get home until 4 in the afternoon, so that might not happen. But just being home and seeing my family will be fine.
I have lots of plans for next week, things to round up to bring back to school (including my favorite book, The Hollow Kingdom, by Clare B. Dunkle, and markers.) Also can't wait to get full of horse hair again. :) Hoping to take my camera home so I can take LOTS of pictures, but I'm not sure if I can pack it yet. :( And, most definitely, I can't wait to see my best friend!!!!!!!
Might not have too many updates next week. :( Sorry.
There's no place like home!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The Awesomeness That is the LAN Party
I attended my first real LAN party not long ago on a Saturday night. What is LAN, you ask? LAN stands for "Local Area Network" : basically, we set up our computers in the same room and plug into the internet and play computer games together. Seven straight hours of StarCraft II, from 6 pm to 1 in the morning...it was fantastic. On top of the fact that I was nearly the only female present. Yes, guys are so much more fun to hang out with than girls. Definitely. Except for the yo-mama jokes. And the swearing. But otherwise it was great.
I am very open with my nerdiness, much to my mother's chagrin. She DOES NOT approve of my interests. I tried, for a long time, to reconcil the two. I won't play if she was present. I hid it from her, tried to avoid her disapproval. After a while, I realized that I was never going to stop playing video games, and she was never going to accept it. I won't apologize for who I am. She's taken it very well, though. She won't buy me games, but she did buy me an Optimus Prime Transformers blanket that I am currently wrapped up in. :)
I love my mother to pieces. She doesn't like that I'm into something she considers inappropiate for girls, but she loves me anyway. We've reached an understanding, I think. She rolls her eyes, I ignore her. And do little things around the house to make up for it. Like the dishes.
Stay the way you are!
I am very open with my nerdiness, much to my mother's chagrin. She DOES NOT approve of my interests. I tried, for a long time, to reconcil the two. I won't play if she was present. I hid it from her, tried to avoid her disapproval. After a while, I realized that I was never going to stop playing video games, and she was never going to accept it. I won't apologize for who I am. She's taken it very well, though. She won't buy me games, but she did buy me an Optimus Prime Transformers blanket that I am currently wrapped up in. :)
I love my mother to pieces. She doesn't like that I'm into something she considers inappropiate for girls, but she loves me anyway. We've reached an understanding, I think. She rolls her eyes, I ignore her. And do little things around the house to make up for it. Like the dishes.
Stay the way you are!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Ebony and Ivory
Has anyone here every been to Yosemite National Park? I have. I was practically raised there, in the summers. Both of my parents have always been active and prefer to do something in the outdoors to some other sort of expensive vacation (we have pictures of my parents on a backpacking trip with me as a baby on my dad's back), so our family trips when school was out were camping 98% of the time. Yosemite, Yellowstone, Zion, Bryce, the Grand Canyon--my summers were filled with car rides, hikes, rock climbing, getting out of sight to pretend we lived in the middle of nature and worrying my mother, exploring, and adventures in general with my younger brother at my side. I learned early on about the beauty of nature, and I have instinctually sought out the still, lonely places--through the tunnel in the pinetrees, behind the pile of rocks, under the bushes to the trickling brook--for moments of reflection. Or maybe my ten year old self was being sentimental, even at that tender age. I don't know, I didn't care about these things back then. Just wanted to do everything I could to fit in with the boys and not be called a girly-girl.
These memories of a past time in my life (my mother has lost interest in the hassle of camping, and my brother prefers to NOT spend time with my father) were brought on by the latest assignment for my art class, in which we are supposed to analyze a black and white photo. I chose no one less than the greatest black and white photographer of all time. I mean, of course, Ansel Adams.
He is legendary not only for his black and white photograph, but for his nature shots, particularily shots from Yosemite. Now you see how I was reminded of my summer camping escapades. If you have never had the opportunity to view his art, here is a link: http://simonestecher.wordpress.com/2008/12/27/ansel-adams/ansel-adams/ It's a link to another blog. To look at more pictures than the first one, scroll down and click on one of the smaller ones.
As a photographer and nature lover, I have always been enthralled by Adams' work. He just had an eye for moments that would make great photographs. It just came to him. We have a few of his images hanging, poster size, in my home (my dad still loves camping, and going to Yosemite, and also being a photographer, appreciates Ansel Adams work as well).
It struck me a moment ago that the memories I see in my mind are all in black and white now. I know when I experienced them it was in bright, vibrant color, but time has faded the edges and dulled the colors to gray, to simply shapes, moments in time instead of a running film. Interesting, is it not, that though color photography is the new, desired "thing", it is black and white photographs that last the longest, and seem the most dramatic, leaving the greatest impressions on us. Perhaps I will start doing more black and white photography.
Just some thoughts to comtemplate. Back to my homework now.
Live long and prosper.
These memories of a past time in my life (my mother has lost interest in the hassle of camping, and my brother prefers to NOT spend time with my father) were brought on by the latest assignment for my art class, in which we are supposed to analyze a black and white photo. I chose no one less than the greatest black and white photographer of all time. I mean, of course, Ansel Adams.
He is legendary not only for his black and white photograph, but for his nature shots, particularily shots from Yosemite. Now you see how I was reminded of my summer camping escapades. If you have never had the opportunity to view his art, here is a link: http://simonestecher.wordpress.com/2008/12/27/ansel-adams/ansel-adams/ It's a link to another blog. To look at more pictures than the first one, scroll down and click on one of the smaller ones.
As a photographer and nature lover, I have always been enthralled by Adams' work. He just had an eye for moments that would make great photographs. It just came to him. We have a few of his images hanging, poster size, in my home (my dad still loves camping, and going to Yosemite, and also being a photographer, appreciates Ansel Adams work as well).
It struck me a moment ago that the memories I see in my mind are all in black and white now. I know when I experienced them it was in bright, vibrant color, but time has faded the edges and dulled the colors to gray, to simply shapes, moments in time instead of a running film. Interesting, is it not, that though color photography is the new, desired "thing", it is black and white photographs that last the longest, and seem the most dramatic, leaving the greatest impressions on us. Perhaps I will start doing more black and white photography.
Just some thoughts to comtemplate. Back to my homework now.
Live long and prosper.
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