The Walking Dead Photographer

Almost a month since my last post. Not that I haven't had the inspiration, it's just that I lack the time. And now I am utilizing class time to update those who care to read my blog. Yes, my three-hour night class is that exciting, ladies and gentlemen. To my consternation, I must report that I have yet to learn anything substantial from this class. But I'll try, don't worry, my little lemon drops.

Well, this has indeed been an exciting month for me! I think it's fair to say that photography has taken over my life, through the school newspaper and the marketing company for which I'm interning. Constant snaps of the shutter and refocusing and looking through the viewfinder have made me want to devote my life to such a profession. Too bad I have to finish college first... A few photos have already been published in brochures! Now, where do I go from here?

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In honor of Lent, I have given up makeup. At first, it wasn't too bad: I look a little pale, but I just looked slightly rough. However, three days in, it's struck me that I'll look like this for 40 days. My friend had the classic reaction: I walk into the coffee shop, and he looks at me and says, "You look dead." Hmm! Why, thank you! So picture a cadaver, and that's me, I guess. Good thing I'm not really trying to impress anyone. Fortunately, I have a highly supportive boyfriend who has been constantly encouraging me. I know I can make it... It's just going to be a long 40.

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In other news, our school of music will be shut down next year. Because of cost, says the president. For every dollar spent on the school, 22 cents are lost. Now, I'm partial to the fine arts. I grew up playing the violin and piano, had singing lessons, and was involved in two choirs in high school. The arts aren't profitable, folks. Why do you think they're called "starving artists"? The funny thing is that our school is going for university status. Um... Doesn't quite make sense to me... Anyway, this sudden announcement of the school closure has left many students in a lurch. My best friend has to transfer, along with some other acquaintances. It was a hard hit to many of us here. We shall soldier on, however. Somehow.

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Hmm, have I had any recent thoughts? Here's one: The moment we stop asking questions is the moment we start dying a slow and complacent death.

As for me, I never stop observing. I've discovered that I make careful note of body language, which is fascinating. People are intriguing, don't you agree?