Madonna kick

This weekend I took pictures of Melanie and Erin. I am digging on a good number of them.

In other news, I just watched GLEE and am totally on a Madonna kick now. GET INTO THE GROOVE! LIKE A LITTLE PRAYER!! I could go on.

Hobbies and whatnot.

Did a graduation photo shoot for my friend Mike. Super fun to do, and super great guy.

True Success

So someone ordered a shirt online from me and it was the first time I had a customer whom I didn't know personally. A couple weeks later I got this e-mail and I now feel truly successful:


hey just wanted to say thank you for making my t-shirt! my boyfriend gave it to me over the weekend as an easter present. it's fabulous! you are so creative!!

thank you!!

peace,

hannah

Don't Give Me Pity, Just Give Me Respect

Why is being an RA difficult?
It isn't always difficult but it's not easy.

• You are surrounded by freshmen; you're not a freshman.
  
• You get woken up during naps/sleep to go unlock someone's door and the people who locked themselves out don't care about ruining your perfect slumber.
  
• Someone puking in the bathroom suddenly is your responsibility.
  
• There are people out in the halls who seem to be talking right into the cracks of your door so you can hear them perfectly at all times.
  
• Having restroom-related problems from the campus food; using a public restroom every day of the school year.
  
• Freshmen think you don't know it when they drinking vodka in their room; you don't have to spill it to be able to smell it out in the hall you ignoramus.
  

The other night these two girls, while in the bathroom stalls, were discussing who the one girl with mononucleosis should make out with that night in order to get them sick too. But they had a hard time thinking of a guy "she really hates."

I have to constantly play music in order to drown out conversations like those that happen on the daily. Here's an example:

Fallacies

There is an online magazine that is made available for the students of Cal Poly who reside in the residence halls called "Health101." As I was navigating through it, I read a part of the article titled "Sexual Health?"; I did not get very far. First of all, why the question mark in the title? Second, the article started out like this:

The recent extramarital affairs of Tiger Woods have brought the term "sex addict" into everyday conversation. While we may joke with our friends and say we're addicted to sex, this topic does raise some important questions about what a healthy sexual relationship really is and if there's such a thing as too much sex or too little sex, for that matter.

I don't know about you but

1.) sex addict hasn't become a part of my daily conversation and

2.) my friends and I have never joked about being a sex addict.

I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep

This morning I am up early to finish studying for my final which is at 4pm today. Hopefully I'll be done in a couple hours and can start studying for my next one.

Yesterday my friend Paige and I left the dorm at 6am to catch sunrise in the near-by hills to do a photo shoot. It didn't come out exactly the way we wanted, but I think we got some good pictures out of it at the very least. We wanted models, but nobody wanted to a) get up before dawn nor b) walk a mile and a half out to the hills. The walk out there was life-threatening and gave me quite the fright because we had to walk through the dark, mountain-lion-infested woods. Obviously, we made it. But probably mostly due to my following the directions on the sign at the entrance which said to yell in a "firm loud voice" if approached by a mountain. Just to be safe, I yelled "firm loud voice" for the whole mile walk. Prevention is the key to life.

A poet's home is in their head

Ok. So my friend Kevin R. told me about how great this coffee place, Black Horse, is. I've come to love it as he does so. I was walking around downtown by myself, as I periodically do and stopped at the Uptown Cafe (aka Blackhorse) to drink a caramello (beats a carmel machiatto by a longshot). I sat down at a table inside to do some recreational reading. My friend Jaq gave me a book of poems for my birthday. It's called The Beautiful, by Michelle Tea.

The Smiths were on the radio, and I was proud to be able to recognize that. Total indie cred.

As I was reading and scribbling some thoughts over the poems, I began to eavesdrop on four women at the table near by. They were probably in their upper 50s, low 60s. I laughed out loud when they were talking about the Twlight book/movie series and one of the women said in reply to her friend's, "It's so juvenile" comment, "It's not juvenile, it's moronic."

About a week later I eavedropped on another conversation in the same coffee shop. A scruffy guy said, "That guy is crazy if he thinks that just because a judge ordered it I'm going to pay him $6,000."
Smart.