Friday, May 15, 2009

It's because I deleted it once...

Adrienne the Gnome.

Dear Patrick,
Okay. Okay. Okay. I swear I didn't look like dead girl at the party. I swear I edited these pictures much better than that. But it won't stop looking like dead girl when I post it and I just really want to post it. Happy mythical 27th, Ryan.

Brandt the Giant.Nicki the Leopard Dinosaur.

Darci the Liger.Matt the Faun.
(his pants MAY have been made out of disfigured teddy bears, which MAY be the best idea in the world)
Ashlee, Whitney and Katie as the Unicorn Club.Alex the Vampire.Julia as Medusa.
Carly the Mystical Nun.Ryan as just some regular guy.
Okay. Okay. Okay. So he didn't know we were dressing up. Please don't hold it against him.
L-O L-O L-O L-O-V-E,

Monday, May 11, 2009

It's because it's normal. It happens all the time, right?

Dear Patrick,
This morning I woke up, hopped off of my bunk bed and went out my bedroom door. Wait. No. Starting over. This morning I woke up, hopped off of my bunk bed and tried and tried to open my bedroom door. I stuck my fingers under the door and pulled and pulled. I leaned back and put all of my body weight into opening that door and pulled and pulled. No luck. I'm still inside. Still inside with no roommates around. Still inside with nothing better to do than write about it on the world wide web. It's world wide now, did you hear? Anyway, greetings from the inside of my bedroom. I hope to get out soon.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

It's because I only got one. One.

Dear Patrick,
I'm never shooting a wedding again.
Love, Adrienne

Friday, May 1, 2009

It's because Mont said, "Graduate!"

Dear Patrick,
Tomorrow is the day I've dreaded for a year. The same day that I dreaded four years ago. I don't know what it is about being a junior but every time I am one, my friends go off and graduate. Graduation is a dark day. Graduation is tearing my family apart. Out of all of us, next year we will only be three. Just three. Everyone else is outta here. I hate that. I'm not sure how I'm going to function without them in the studio with me. I'm going to forget to eat dinner without Brandt and his frosty runs. I'm going to be overwhelmed by masculine influences without Nicki. I will have no one to dance badly with to Sufjan Stevens and the Police without Ryan. I'll have to go back to dressing like a girl without Cole. I'm going to be one of a kind and bored because of it without my best friend and lifetwin, Matt. At least I'll always have MacKay and Ashlee. We'll have to have our own family parties next year.
This semester has been full of beginnings and endings. Did I tell you I'm shooting my first wedding? I am. It may be the one and only wedding I shoot but I'm excited and scared to do it. Nick and Camie are the most beautiful couple in the world so it shouldn't be hard to get great pictures. This is the one I liked best from their engagements.
Another beginning/ending may come as a shock to some... I'm dropping out of the photo program. This semester I've realized how little I belong there and how much I belong in printmaking. I don't want to snap pictures for the rest of my life. I want to print. I want to make little babies like this for the rest of forever:
This is a cell phone picture of my self portrait. I made it in one long continuous day that was this week. In the crit yesterday my instructor, Kathy said, "I think the reason why your prints are so successful is because you finally dropped photo." Hilarious. I can't wait to only have the good candy-giving grandma major and not have to deal with the bad stepsister major anymore.
I'm moving again. I can't believe where this semester has gone. I can't believe I only met most of the people in my house just four months ago. I can't believe I'm moving to Happy Valley. I'm ready and not ready to go. I love living where I'm living. I love the people I live with. I've never fit as well with strangers as I did with them. But I can't wait to live with Darci and be ridiculous all summer.
This is a weird post. I'll stop now. Here is my favorite picture from the DR.

Love and love and love,