These are the majority of the photos I took that made it to class critique. It goes from oldest to newest... The last two photos I have sort of always thought of that style but I felt like people would think it was boring or dry. But my class took it really well so I am going to explore into that style. Woot!

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This is my new disturbing icon lol

I hate to just make an update because of something bad happening but this is note-worthy.

I went to South Florida for Thanksgiving break.
Alicia and I go to Brian's apartment in Coral Springs at night.
I park my car in what to me looks like a "visitor spot." This means the spot is unmarked and has white lines.
Two hours pass.
At approximately 12:30 Adam decides to drive a group of friends and I to Taco Bell.
Upon walking outside to the car parking lot we witness a car speeding in the parking lot that has speed bumps with no head lights on. Adam has to make a severe stop because the car was not going to stop for him.
The car drives right up against my car till its just an inch from my bumper. The car is parked right into the back of my car and is not moving.
I witness this act and begin to approach the car that just parked an inch off my bumper which also blocking the parking lot street.
Upon approaching the car I ask did you just hit that car? (Speaking about my car)
An older man (balding, fat, mustache, accent of unknown origin) steps out of car and says "No I didnt" (Aggressive tone in all dialoge of old man) "Do you know who's car this is?"
I respond "Yes, this is my car." "What is going on?"
Old Man "This is my daughters spot! She needs to park here! She is 19 and needs to walk home safely! My wife told me a car has been parked here for two hours and it needs to move so my daughter can park here!" --His daughter and her car are not home.
I respond "Well, I'm sorry. I was only here for little over an hour and I didn't realize it was a reserved spot"
Old Man "My daughter needs to park here! She is only 19! This is my spot!"
Upon feeling bad that I caused all this and having to argue with this dick I approach my car closed.
I notice the license tag is bent up and out. This is a red flag- my car was damaged in the two hours I was parked in this spot.
I speak "What is this? There is damage on my car. My license tag is bent. Where did this come from?"
Old Man "I didn't do that! All I know is my wife told me this car was sitting here for two hours in this spot. My daughter needs to park here!"
I respond "I do not see any other reason why there is damage on my car. I am gone for two hours and now there is damage on my car. I see no other cause from there being damage on my car."
I walk closer to my car to examine it further.
There is a severe dent on the "stream line" of my right door.
There is also several small dents and impressions on the left front fender.
I say "There are dents all over my car! This was not here when I parked my car!"
Old Man "You can check security cameras! This was not me."
I'm pissed. Anyone that touches my car is a FUCK FACE for doing it intentional.
I say "Physical damage does not equal accidentally parking in a reserved space."
The fuck doesn't admit to anything and continues being an asshole.
I say fuck it and say I'll move my car.
I move my car after the fuck gives me a hard time.
I park my car and decide to call the police.
While waiting for the police to arrive the Old Man walks in and out of his house "checking" on us and smoking cigarettes and saying things like "crush faces" and other vulgarities.
The officer arrives.
I show him my car and the damage on my car and explain the situation that occured.
The officer says nothing can be done because no one witnessed the fuck touch my car and he didnt admit to anything.
The officer doesn't want to speak to the old man who has now retired to his house.
The officer gives me a case number and says nothing can be done.

So a fucking anger filled "parent" asshole dick old man damaged my car and is getting away with it.

I try to take care of my car so much.

p.s. According to the officer if damage occurs to a car in a parking lot and no one witnesses the damage and no one admits to it nothing can happen. I know the fucks car. I know the fucks daughters car.

Seeing Thursday totally brought up a whole other side of feelings and thoughts I hadn't delved into since.. high school? Its really sorta creepy and bitter sweet feelings. Tomorrow I'll Be You, Asleep in the Chapel. I remember so many things about these songs that I was thinking of the times I loved them and listened to them so much. It makes me feel so old in many ways. And miss old things too. Kind of want to talk to someone in particular... Bitter sweet memories. Thursday thank you for capturing this part of my life. Trying to vent this out but things still feeling a little incomplete.
I had a thought the other day. There is constant dialog within my head. Everyone has it. But this internal voice is giving the illusion of being outgoing, opinionated, and strong willed. But its just the thoughts in my head running me in circles, keeping me from being in life and living in the moment. I don't think that many people realize how much that internal voice can dominate your behavior if you don't ever quiet it. I am in my head a lot, thinking things which in turn stops me from being and doing. When I'm talking to people, when I'm playing life without thinking it through my head is when I know I am really being my true self. I should live like that more often. I wonder what this sounds like to someone else? Let me know if I sound crazy.

Marla

I wondered this today, do I work too much and kill myself over it? I don't need my job. My parents could support me for the most part but I love my job and love the independence each paycheck provides me. It's hard to say no to 25 hours a week when I enjoy working so much. I get paid really well REALLY well and I love my customers. But I told my manager I want about 20 hours though. She was fine with it. Its just hard for me to have free time these days. The past two days I've woken up at 430 am and didnt get home until 1030pm on monday and 8pm today. Its gotten to the point that I haven't had time to really complete my school work fully. SO i did tell my manager about the 20 hours only please. Then one of the shift supervisors got fired/left the store. That means a good old 30 extra hours to spread between the other managers. So guess what, I'm back to fucking 27 hours a week. I'm going to give up shifts, it sucks, but I really can't work that much. I'll work it out.

So I'm going to finally get to go to bed earlier than I have had in the past couple days and on top of that, I get to sleep in an extra 4 hours than when I usually would wake up for work. I woke up this morning 5 minutes before my alarm went off freaking out that I slept in and was late to work. That is the worst feeling.

But I did some cool photos Sunday night ANNND my pottery is looking awesome. I've been getting so many compliments.

Thought of the week:
The possibility of me being proud of all my art work as well as being proud of who I am and always believing in myself.

Love,
MaRLA