Lost In March 2nd: The Day of Remembrance

Emush Swordfish

Emush Swordfish is a friend of mine. She is older than I am, we have a special friendship handshake, I see her every other day and sometimes she drives by my house to see if I’m outside.

Emush and I are in this club called Peer Outreach. What Peer Outreach does is not really relevant, except for the fact that we put on our high school’s semi formal dance.

So I picked up Emush from her home one fine morning, as we had planned to go to the high school on our day off to make some cardboard sea creatures for the dance.

In the car, Emush told me about a date she went on that weekend, with a guy named Evan. Evan was a tall, large guy, with a ponytail who didn’t really have many intriguing things to say during his date with Emush, and by the end of the date, Emush knew she didn’t want to see this man again. Even after she rejected the man’s offer of a second date, Evan, in a frightening way, continued to pester Emush all night long through texts, asking why he wasn’t good enough for her. This terrified Emush, she had no idea what to do in the situation. So she ignored him, hoping that they would never interact again.

So I Think I May Start Blogging More…

On days when I stay cooped up in my bedroom, surrounded by piles of wrinkled clothing, tangled jewelry and messy surfaces, I really have no motivation to do anything. Your surroundings really do effect your mood. So what I end up doing is probably the worst thing I can possibly do for my state of mind– I surf the web. Facebook and twitter make me feel like I am missing out on life, Pinterest makes me realize what I don’t have, online shopping for organizational items and storage pieces inspire me for a moment, but then reality hits me, I'm siting on my bed, doing nothing. I should probably do something.

When I say “something”, it really doesn’t mean go outside, or out in public or anything like that. What I want to do I guess is stop looking at other people online, because I want people to look at me online.

So I think I may start blogging more.

First Time Photographing Reptiles

After weeks of searching, I finally found reptiles!

On this cold, blustery winter afternoon, after a hectic day of Secret Santa shopping, I somehow found myself to be standing outside of a Pet Smart. I had never been inside a Pet Smart before, as I am the kind of person that doesn’t really have a soft spot for pets. Many times I have mentioned to my friends about my search for reptiles, and how I was planning on creating a blog dedicated to posting pictures of decorated lizards and snakes. Being the observant person he is, *Dill, a friend I had been shopping with, suggested we go inside and find a few of these reptiles for me to photograph.

*Dill Legweak and I have a very special relationship, he isn’t exactly my “friend”, but that kid that’s life, for some reason, simply intertwines with mine. We have the same friends, belong to the same clubs, volunteer at the same events and happen to participate in the same Secret Santas.

Now, you may think Dill is such a great person, remembering about my search, going in with me to Pet Smart, but you don’t know the whole story. You see, Dill Legweak is a gecko-enthusiast, and the proud owner of two award-winning geckos. Geckos are reptiles, and actually the kind of reptile that I really wanted to photograph for this project. But Dill wouldn’t let me use his geckoes. Because I would “break” them. With my huge, meaty hands. “Break them? You were going to touch these reptiles?” you ask. Another part of this project I have not mentioned yet, is that one of the main points of the picture taking was to actually “dress up” these reptiles, in scarves, vests and any other mini clothes I could find in my stash of Barbie outfits. But without accessible reptiles, that concept was thrown out of the window.

Anyway, since Dill told me I couldn’t photograph his pets, I had to find a source of reptiles to fill this blog. Pet stores were definitely and option (Dill would tell me every time I asked him about his geckoes), but most store-owners don’t want random teenagers coming in, taking pictures of their merchandise without making a purchase and then leaving. That was an assumption. It’s not like I went and actually asked a pet store owner.

Today was different, Pet Smart was right there. I had my camera in my pocket. It was cold outside and we had time to kill until our ride was ready to leave. Why not? The worst thing that could happen would be either an employee would ask us to stop or an animal would suddenly die.

To be honest, I didn’t like going into this picture-taking session with Dill, since he was the one making me resort to this type of reptile-photographing. I really wanted photos of reptiles I knew, not stranger reptiles. The blotchy cages at Pet Smart didn’t really add to the experience. The grime of the glass was emphasized on each picture I took. But I guess I had to make do, because I really wanted to write a post today.

-superb editing job I did to mask the dirtiness of the glass cage-

After snapping several dozen pictures without any questions, complaints or deaths, the trip was over. I had a camera full of blurry pictures of what looked like half-dead lizards, turtles and snakes. Since I couldn’t break through that glass and drape a scarf on one  of those stoic lizards, I had to resort to decorating their bodies on Paint.
So that’s it.
Enjoy the picture.


*All names have been changed to protect the reputations of the people mentioned

- After looking at this post, I realize that I have no passion whatsoever about reptiles. None at all. Good this I picked a generic name for this blog so I can now post about more of my photogenic friends (that aren't reptiles).