bianca: if you are having trouble with friends, just remember:
-i'll never ask "that's pretty but what's the point of making it?"
-i'll never never get mad if you lose touch with me for awhile
-i don't have any wierd past relationships or love triangles with anyone you know.
-you're my photo soulmate!

xxx kris

summer projects: glamour portraits, umbrella/pony, harlem nocturne and more book characters.....
i need a light meter!

i would like to take pictures of all my friends in the style of vintage movie stars from the 30's/40's. anyone interested?
all it takes is a lot of hair products some sparkly jewels and about a pound of makeup.
i want to have a collection and then i'll get everyone to autograph their photo with a gold marker saying things like:
"love always, ________"
"xoxo, ________"
"you're fabulous, love ______"
"thanks for everything, love _____"

yay! i'm done! 

i was printing photos for 13 hours yesterday and the whole time i listened to the oldies station. i sank into the nostagia of last summer: the beach, swimming, bbq's and chickenburger. i could almost smell the fries and milkshakes and hear the click of the records changing to play locomotion. i can't wait for dee to come home so we can spend the day at the beach and go there for an ice cream and the jukebox. ahhhh, summer. i've missed you!

My love must be a kind of blind love/ I can't see anyone but you /And dear, I wonder if you find love/An optical illusion, too?
Are the stars out tonight?/ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright/ 'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear/ The moon may be high /But I can't see a thing in the sky /'Cause I only have eyes for you./ I don't know if we're in a garden/ Or on a crowded avenue/ You are here, so am I/ Maybe millions of people go by/ But they all disappear from view/ And I only have eyes for you. - the Flamingos

you know what.....i've been thinking dreaming and making photos for at least 2 weeks straight now and today i was thinking how nice it is, at the end of the day, to go home.
today i missed my bus or it just didn't come, so it took me an hour to get home.
i was cold, tired, hungry and stressed but as soon as i sit down to eat my supper my mom goes on her daily rant about how much her life sucks.
now i know she's mom but seriously: i feel like telling her to fuck off.
i hate it when all people do is complain about their shitty lives and everyone has disappointed them and how they dont' have friends/ a life/ money/hobbies/ a husband who listens. just grow the fuck up: life doesn't owe you anything and if you want to change your situation then just do it. don't wait 22 years so you can bitch about your marital problems to your daughter who really just wants love her parents but ends up crying because they make it so god damn hard.

at least bianca's there.... 

i've been living at school 

all of the sudden my throat was stinging, my eyes watered and my voice quivered and sounded unnatural. i was back in elementary school again with a dumb haircut, mouth ajar and saying stupid things that get you teased.

i can't wait for the summer....i can almost smell it....