like baking soda and vinegar

while at work today i started thinking about volume. fluid ounces, cubic centimeters, you know the drill.

i decided to conduct an experiment. it went a little something like this:

-fill mouth with as much liquid as it can hold (i used water, you might consider using another liquid, like lemonade or zima)
-spit mouthful of liquid into a different container
-measure the spit-out liquid with whatever is handy (at our house this is a starbucks shot glass with one and two-ounce measurements marked for easy reference)

it turns out that my mouth holds three ounces.

to be honest, i am a bit disappointed. i had hoped for more.

how many ounces does your mouth hold?

counting the days

this weekend i finished my final project for photography and ended up spending over $70. the prints look nice. real nice.

i still need to write an essay on the vietnam war, an essay on fast food nation, take a math final, a history final, meet with my gym teacher at 7:30 am, and write a final essay for film studies. ten days. shit.

last night i started reading ecclesiastes again.

new zealand, anyone?

for the first time in my life i'm hating my math class.
hours and hours of work only to get a B... i want to cry.

shirtless sith lords: part two

while waiting in line for episode 3, a guy dressed up as a storm trooper walked back and forth in front of the theater, waving to the cars driving by. a mom and her two kids walked up to him to ask him about the costume, and he took off his helmet to answer their questions and take pictures, and it reminded me so much of that scene when luke comes in to rescue leia and she says aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?

anyway, i was in love.

two birds

my photo teacher gave us an assignment to copy the photographic style of duane michaels. specifically, a series of five or more black and white photos that have a "dreamlike" quality to them. my idea was to pretend that i mowed the lawn. with my teeth. in a dress.

the whole process was ridiculous. i had to mow a small section of the overgrown backyard with the lawn mower, then run inside and change clothes, run out and take a few pictures, run back inside to change back, and then repeat the process. and i prayed that the neighbors wouldn't see any of this - especially pastor sylvia.

i am embarrassed by the photos. all you get is the last shot (please note the grass on my face as to create the feel of having actually mowed the lawn with my teeth).

the babies wouldn't nap this afternoon.
my prayer since 3 o'clock has been,
dear god, please let me start my period soon.

guess and check

here's what came of my first experiment in night photography. most of these were taken with a 15 second exposure at f-22. i'm not totally excited about them, but i'm going out again tonight to try and find some more interesting subjects.

these are the things i have to look forward to

Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith: 17 days.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: 74 days.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (movie): 200 days.

(something something something: priceless?)

tests and breasts (ok, no breasts. just tests.)

enough about babies. since it's the week after midterms, i'll give you a quick rundown of my classes.

photography: not much to tell here. the teacher is funny, but i haven't learned much. we are going to do night photography this evening, though, under the bridge (so urban).

film studies: in this directors course, we've studied hitchcock and kurosawa so far, and mike leigh is next, i believe. i've chosen roman polanski for my term project, but now i'm afraid that his movies are too scary for me. this class always gets out twenty minutes late.

general sociology: every term has to have that one class that is a complete waste of time yet requires flawless attendance to keep your grade up. i can't tell you how many times i've been told what a theory is, and how people used to have this really bad theory that black people were inferior to white people. last week we watched a movie called tough guise about gender roles and how they influence men in our society. i don't know about you, but i appreciated the clever play on words.

math 112: trigonometry this term. telecourse. that means i have to log on to our class website twice a week and be assaulted by the moving cat icons of which there are at least eleven. at least. i was the first one done with the midterm, and it doesn't matter if the other people hated me for it, because i'll only see them one more time this term.

us history: also a telecourse. surprisingly more interesting than i had anticipated. the professor has selected some interesting readings outside of the text and videos, and he offers helpful feedback on the writing assignments. (he's not so good at math, though. the midterm was made up of three sections, each worth 40%.)

personal fitness: my third telecourse. i walk three hours every week, and will have an A at the end of the term. on the orientation day, the instructor excitedly asked, "who here likes math?" while taking roll. she apparently used to teach it for highschoolers, but likes making people run much more. she is also the mom of one of the guys in the decemberists.

that's it! 18 credits total, and i'm the worse for it.