So, I made the horrible mistake of picking up season one of Lost on dvd from Netflix. I say horrible because I have quickly become addicted to this show. Not addicted in the self destructive manner, but addicted enough that I need something to happen in the show. Since nothing ever does happen, other than mounting tension on the weird little island, it's affecting my nerves. Please tell me a comet comes and just kills them all! Four discs down, three more to go.
My publisher approached me in the newsroom yesterday. Apparently someone tipped off a frequently visited nine inch nails fansite of my Hollywood Bowl review, and that article is now the most read article in the history of the online Daily Sundial. The interesting thing this shows me is how effective internet articles can be at gathering interest levels of the public. When you sell a newspaper, you have no way of determining which articles most interested viewers, or what most people suggested to others to read in the paper. But online you can get a very accurate account from the number of visitors, to the duration of their visits, and even a quick forum for feedback.
I finally got around to beginning the editing of the wedding photos I took earlier last month, and right before I'm going to photograph another wedding in two weeks. I'm glad I don't do this for a living at this point in time, it is very stress-inducing to run around the overstressed wedding parties, and deal with all of the egos needing to be satisfied. So far I've only photographed friend's weddings, and we are all still friends; we'll chalk it up to a few successes then.
"I need your information before you run out of my life for another five years."
Yesterday on campus I ran into an old friend, whom I hadn't seen in more than 5 years. She slowly walked in front of me and I couldn't let her walk by me without stopping her. I jumped in front of her and looked at her and announced her name with a big smile on my face. She let out a little yip of excitement and ran toward me. We embraced and expressed happiness in encountering one another again.
We lost touch shortly after high school, when we both had serious significant others and dreams about the future. She stopped college shortly after starting out of high school, I went to Brasil, and now, on a sunny day in the beginning of fall, we find each other. Before I had to go to class, I got her contact information.
I also managed to smile without being threatened or provoked yesterday for a few other reasons.
