This just proves that Moffat is wrong when it comes to sexiness. I mean, come on, look at both David Tennant and Benedict Cumberbatch!!! They are too much for words.
This has to be one of my favorite projects that I have done. I changed the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses and Sherlock’s suit to purple using the select-by-color and color-picker tools. Very time consuming, but very rewarding. Maybe one day I will have enough time to get super nit-picky with it and fix up those little problems. One day.
(Also, I don’t know when I will next be able to post, sorry!)
This is something that has been in my family for quite a while. It was given to one of my relatives during World War 2 by a German soldier. I have no idea why the German soldier gave it to him/her (I have no idea which it is)… and I have no want to know why. I just found it quite exciting to own a small piece of history.
No, not that Book of Revelations. *sighs* I wrote this quite a while ago, but just now typed it up. Sadly, I do not know just how often I will be able to do any of these in the coming weeks since I am going to be gone so often. Please enjoy whilst you can.
The Book of Revelations
It’s amazing what one learns from grief,
The things it reveals for the first time.
It allows one to see past his or her shuttered eyes and
Into the truth.
Never before would I have thought that
One I had once trusted so much
Really has no capacity for emotional tirades,
When all you want is someone there for you and
They just abandon you along the way.
Life grabs you by the shoulders and shakes
One Awake So That
In The Midst Of
A Crisis One Is
Sensitized To How Things
I withdraw slightly from him
Now that I know what he really is.
But I don’t expect more
It’s not in his repertoire,
Just like some things are missing from mine.
So just beware the pitfalls in
Human nature, be aware in times of
Strife. But don’t ever forget to live life to the
Fullest, and to never give up.
I realize that this is perhaps a bit late. Oh well.
If I had to describe my style of photography, I would describe it as very macro, detailed photos that often have high contrast. If I am able to edit my photos using Photoshop or GIMP, I tend to go overboard with the contrast (on both) and smart sharpen (only Photoshop). If I am unable or unwilling to edit, the photos still have a fair amount of contrast. All of the following photos are unedited, as I just took them yesterday and have not had the chance to edit them as of yet. The photos also tend to either be at the direct center of the photo or very imbalanced with the subject of the photo far to one of the four sides.
High contrast example:
High contrast and centered photo example:
Imbalanced photo example
My favorite elements to bring out are texture, light, and color.
Example of texture:
Example of color:
Example of light and color:
Example of light:
My main subjects tend to be flowers and plants, but also sometimes include animals, food, and occasionally people.
So, today I had to record a music video for my World History final. Sounds like fun, right? I mean, no actual test. Yay! No. No yay involved for me. This is what I got instead.
My good friend wanted to get extra credit for our final, Gatiss knows why. My teacher is young and almost fresh out of college. He loves to mess with his students and such and he likes to spread rumors that I used to have a Mohawk just to annoy me. So he offered us 300 extra points on the final if I put my hair up in a Mohawk (though now he says he won’t actually give us 300…). This is what ensued:
There is so much more, so much worse. So, that bit clearly didn’t work. So then we had this:
Pretty great, right? To make it to this point, though, I had to go through excruciating pain and such. Oh, also a gallon of hairspray in my hair. Lovely, lovely stuff. But that wasn’t even the worst bit. After filming everything, my hair looked like this:
And then when I took it out, this happened:
This is what people will do for extra credit. They are crazy. I cannot believe I actually agreed to do this. Well, I have no idea how I’m going to get this all out…
P.S. Sorry for not posting over the past two days, I’ve been really busy!
This poem is a little older than the others. I have some new poems, but I am too lazy to get up and get my journal and post more. Maybe tomorrow. Well, actually, I take that back. Two days from today. Anyways, enjoy!
Trapped In Myself
I look into the mirror and see a reflection
Of a different girl. She is tall and confidant and everything I clearly am not. She flies and I fall
To the ground.
I place my fingers on the pane
Into that other dimension and see
What I could be if I were different.
Shows emotions, gossips, does what other girls do.
I turn around and see the real me, staring out from a portrait on the wall.
Short and slumped over
Not a smidgen of emotion on her round cheeks
A keeper of dark secrets
Avoider of most girls, who talks bad about cheerleaders and footballer players alike.
I turn to another side and see
What I used to be, when I was little
Happy and bright and oh so nice
Until provoked to violence.
Wreaking havoc unto her future self.
Blocking the only way out is the future
Imposing, though short
A wedding ring on her finger, but that doesn’t fool anyone
Because all know that she works with criminals all day
Finding if they are guilty or not, seeing crime scenes at least twice a week,
So most people and situations will not frighten her.
She is sure of herself and knows what to do, no matter what the case is.
I turn and face the walls around me, locked in a room of myself.
Never to fully return to one single state, but have a little of each one
To carry on my way home.
Please review, let me know what you think coming out of this poem. I am quite curious.