Thursday, July 31, 2008

It's because I only think in black and white. Still.

Dear Blog,
So a while ago my cousin Megan asked me to take some pictures at her wedding with my first and only true love, my holga. So I did. Her wedding was perfect perfect. The black and white pictures turned out really well and the color... not so much. These are a few of the shots for your taste-testing. Love always, Adrienne
This is the view from the inside of the traditional "million people on the stairs of the temple" shot.
This is one of my favorites because if you look closely, there are two little circles of dots. Those came from the film! I love it when my trashy camera shows it's trashy personality.
This is a bridesmaid. I think it's probably Christine. She loves it when I take candid pictures of her chest.
Caleb's face says everything.
CAKE!

Friday, July 25, 2008

It's because I pretend I have other stuff I have to do.

Dear Blog, 
I don't.  I don't have anything better to 
do than put up my pictures.  I'm just lazy.  And that is all I have to say for myself.  I'll put up three now and if everything goes as planned this weekend, I'll put up some of my boss holga shots soon! 
Cheers, 
Adrienne

Saturday, July 12, 2008

It's because I had gum for breakfast

Dear Blog, 
Today I almost died.  Sometimes I say that when really I am just being overly dramatic and I have actually had no near-death experiences.  Sometimes I say that when I have to swallow cough medicine.  But today I almost died for real.  Sarah and I were going to the Farmer's Market slash Arts and Crafts Fair downtown and we were really excited.  We were doing cheers and high-fiving each other and listening to the Spice Girls-  all of the regular things- because we were so excited about it.  Anyway, on our way downtown on the freeway a stupid lady forgot to check her blind spot and tried to merge into us.  So Sarah swerves out of the way and tries to correct herself but the car just wouldn't have it and decides to lose control and go in all sorts of directions.  We ended up skidding and flipping a perfect 180 and ended up inches away from the wall, parallel to the lanes on the inside shoulder... faced the opposite direction.  
It was a miracle that we didn't hit anyone or anything and ended up completely safe- just confused and a little shook up.  I'm pretty sure we caused two other cars to collide but they were all the way over on the other side of the freeway and we couldn't talk to them.  So, we sat there for like 20 minutes trying to figure out what to do.  We couldn't just flip around because that would mean death.  After we got over the shock of not dying, it was kinda funny actually.  The other people had called the cops and one showed up and talked to them and really tried to get over to us but was unsuccessful.  So another one showed up.  He came over and asked us if we needed some help.  We said yes and told him the whole story and he goes "YES! You didn't hit anything?  That's awesome!  Was it fun?" and I say "NO! We almost died!"  and he says "Oh come on.  It was like a Lagoon ride right?"  Ha ha I liked him.  He called one more cop and he slowed down traffic for us.  It was pretty neat because that cop just zigzagged across the whole freeway to make the everyone go slow behind him- giving us enough time to make a u turn to the other side.  And from there they told us we were good to go!  Crazy!  They didn't write up any reports or even ask our names or anything and sent us on our way.  I expected a lot worse I guess. So yep.  Almost died.  For real.  The fair was good.  I had some killer strawberry limeade that made the whole day worth it.  I also have a new keychain. Oh and I'm still alive.  And so is Sarah.  And that's a big deal.  
Love, 
Adrienne

Thursday, July 10, 2008

It's because I'm white trash at heart.

Dear Blog,
I have a new job. I thought maybe this summer I'd stop my habit of getting a white trash job and do something that might possibly be beneficial to my future. I mean more beneficial than selling corn from the side of the road. Anyway, I have a new slavedriver named Ben and he teaches me neat stuff. He showed me this sweet A website, http://www.notcot.org/(If I knew how to make that a link, I would. But I don't.) It's pretty much the greatest thing ever. Look it up. I don't get how they find all the crazy stuff but it's neat and they update it constantly. Like a million times a day. I think I could look at it forever. So yep. That alone makes this job better than any other summer job yet. This library is from it. I covet the ceilings. If you go, watch the "Western Spaghetti" movie. It's great.

In other news, I sound like a man. Or like a smoker. And I am not either.

That is all.
Love, Adrienne

Friday, July 4, 2008

It's because Italians are neat when they don't live in Rome

Dear Blog,
Ok. Ok.  I suck at life.  I don't want to talk about it.  Moving on.  I'm home!  Well sort of.  At least I'm in the great United States of America.  And this is what I've decided.  The United States is a neat place because a. everyone speaks English and so do I; b.  the plugs work all the time; c. people don't believe that if you add ice to your water your top and bottom jaws will grow in opposite directions; d.  we're good at throwing away gross food. Yep.  I like the United States. Europe is neat but I think I'll stay in the US for a while.  
Anyway, since the last time I updated this sucker I went to Italy.  It was pretty aws.  We went to Rome first and THAT was an experience.  I probably should've gone to Italy before Switzerland so that my expectations weren't so high.  In Switzerland, they like things prompt and clean enough to sustain life.  In Italy, they have other ideas.  Rome especially.  That city was rank.  It really didn't matter where you were, it always smelled like poop.  It was cool to see all the touristy stuff like the Colosseum and the Pantheon and the Spanish Steps and the Trevi Fountain and let us not forget the best part of all:  the Vatican.  But the city itself, gross.  We took a night train on the way in.  Bad choice.  Not much fun.  I stayed awake most of the night to make sure that the three men in our compartment wouldn't steal all of our stuff.  They didn't but one guy had wandering hands... and toes.  Ick.  Needless to say, we arrived with a bad taste in our mouths for Italy and Italians.  But the Vatican changed my mind.  That place was pretty much fantastic. I love love loved Raphael's Transfiguration.  I had to go back and look at it close to a million times because I couldn't believe how incredible it was.  And then I really liked Caravaggio's Deposition and Raphael's School of Athens.  They are good at stuff.  Then.  Oh geez.  I could've lived in the Sistine Chapel.  It was like a billion times better than I expected.  It was gorgeous.  Michelangelo likes bright colors.  And he pretty much chooses the best ones in the world.  I like it.  
So after Rome, me and my friend Sara went out on a limb and decided to go to the Cinque Terre by ourselves.  We were nervous to go alone after our last train experiences but it turned out to be the best choice ever.  It made me like Italy.  I mean love.  That place was BY FAR the greatest place I've ever been in my whole life plus the universe divided by forever.  Ok readers, if you've never heard of the Cinque Terre, look it up, it'll change your life.  We only planned to stay one night and two half days but we immediately changed our minds.  It was like paradise.  I'm pretty sure it is paradise.  That's all.  So we spent the first day on the beach in Monterosso.  Yeah.  We bought fresh coconut from a vendor and drank coke like it was a movie.  Then, that night it got better than I could've imagined.  We happened to be there on the night that they celebrate St. John the Baptist.  We couldn't have been luckier.  They had a parade through the streets with all the clergy from the whole town carrying huge crosses and singing and what not.  Then we went and got gelato and headed over to the docks to watch the fireworks.  But we didn't know that before the fireworks, all the little kids push hundreds of candles out into the ocean.  It was AMAZING.  I loved it.  I have never seen something as cool as that.  I think I was in a movie.  And then the fireworks were the best I'd ever seen.  The beach was in a little valley between two big mountains and so the fireworks echoed like crazy.  They shot them from different areas and they shot them straight into the water and they exploded like pirates fighting except colorful.  It was so so so cool.  It was so great to see how the Catholics celebrate their saints.  It was like a party. We should have parties for people in our church.  Everyone was dressed up nice and they stayed out til late just to celebrate John the Baptist.  I loved it.  The next day we hiked through the other four towns.  They are beautiful and I just loved every minute of it.  But I think Monterosso will always be my favorite.  I'm so glad we decided to go.  Then we went back to Switzerland and even though I loved Italy more than money, I was glad to be back.  Switzerland is like home.  But not as much like home as Utah.  And I'm glad to be back here too.  That's pretty much it I guess.  I did other stuff in Switzerland but nothing to goo and gah over.  So yep.  Au revoir, Adrienne