fevers

So not much has happened within the past couple weeks. I guess. Nothing memorable at least. As the temperature drops, I feel as though my excitable plans do too.

That's besides the point however. I've been getting more so into my junior year and just like the previously mentioned tempuratures, my grades, free time, and motivation are dropping. The only thing that seems to be increasing is my horrible habit of procrastination. I'm very stressed and on edge to say the least.

I've be delving back into the songs and bands I listened to in middle school for the lols recently and it's honestly not a healthy habit. Not to say my emo phase wasn't my peak, but I don't think it's healthy to revisit the past like this. I just wanted to put that out there to clear up I haven't been listening to All Time Low seriously.

I don't know if this is the right word to use or not, but I feel very obsolete within my position as a writer. It seems like the only things I can create revolve around my exes or bitterness or depression or a cocktail of all three. Instead of composing, it seems like all I'm doing is sitting in skype meetings and receiving emails reminding me I have due dates I completely forgot.

I'm sorry this was so rambly and aimless. I more so just wanted to share some photos I took in St. Marks and Union Sq. a couple weeks ago. As I said earlier, not much has been published lately aside from this piece I wrote on the recent election. Later.

(Room Tour 4.0)

So I'm realizing it's been quite awhile since I showed off my bedroom... thank god it no longer looks the way it did last time (or the time before) (or the time before before) but it's definitely within the same sect of teenage wasteland mixed with alcove.

Bottles across the widow (which leads to the roof) along with bits from Nylon's glitter goth and poolside spread. 

Various photos, magazine cut outs, and posters (my pride and joy being my signed Lights one duh) on the low ceiling above my bed. 

My (far too large) jacket collection strewn across my door and closet along with my main purses (at the moment being my leather backpack). 

My bed in its natural form.

A little look at my shoe collection along with the nickel board I stole from a friend in freshman year, and of course my "I'm a Belieber" magnet (a prized possession). 

My guitars carefully yet carelessly placed next to my keyboard and bookshelf.

My DVD collection next along with the TV I picked off the side of the road over the summer, and a bouquet of dollar store plastic flowers. 

Closer look into the true center of my room (my bed).

A couple of posters I stole from a pop up during Fashion Week over my dresser and bookshelf

I never fully bothered to organize my makeup resulting in this chaos. 

My favorite images over my bed (left to right: A Front Bottoms poster, This Is Our Youth, an editorial about School of American Ballet, a sticker from High Schoolers for Bernie, a Central Park Zoo ticket from a date, my train pass from 2 summers ago, a photo of my grandmother, a portrait from a friend, a postcard given to me by Tenn from The Deep End Club [RIP], a photo from a flee market in Williamsburg, this ridiculous essay my friend wrote, a postcard saying "My Outfit is NOT an invitation", a ticket to the Whitney from the first date with my ex boyfriend, "Happy Birthday to My Best Gay" card from my 16th, a photo Ben took, 2 post cards from Leslie Lohman, a photo from the Whitney rooftop, and a letter my friend Jurnee wrote me)

Bodega flowers paired with my various art history binders and folding maps.

One of the last standing collages in my bedroom over my makeup.

A One Direction shrine because?? 

Bits and bobs next to my bed (highlights include: multiple photos of Zayn, a dollar store "Feliz Cumpleanos" banner, and a Stop Slut poster from 2013).

JUST DONT CALL ME WHEN IT FIZZLES

   So in a previous post of mine, I talked about being with my group of friends walking through various cool places of our town. Since John took some awesome shots, I decided putting them into a separate post would do them more justice. 

portrait of yours truly

i'm just an angsty teen from a suburban town who enjoys standing in dog cages from abandoned shelters

sam and i standing with a giant pile of salt 

flash spelling- i got the "o" because i wasn't trusted to write anything without fucking it up

me and my bff, Sam

a field we went down to find a lot full of buses 

smiley gurl

sunset over the field

corn field we had to walk through

awful attempt at light drawing

ps. I saw Fiona on Friday in the city (I also finally went to Housing Works bookstore cafe which is the best thing ever because I have the biggest love for Housing Works)

we've both grown quite a lot since the "twitter twin" days

me and fee's friend, carsyn, who i met that night too

Organic Photo Shoot

On Thursday, my friends, Ava and Monica, had a photo shoot in the forest-y place around out town; here are some pictures from it!
*photos taken by Ava

Spring Photo Shoot

 

 On Monday, me, Monica, and Ava got together and took some gorgeous pictures in the village. It was one of the most fun things I've done in awhile and Ava took some gorgeous shots!

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American Girl : The Process

 Hey, Ava here. I am new to the blogging world, so bear with me. I just got my new camera (Canon Rebel T3), and I just did my first photoshoot with an actual person in it. I called it "American Girl". After a few hours of failed shots and Monica (my model) standing outside in 30 degree weather with a sundress on, I have some shots I would like to share.  The meaning of this "photoshoot" was to capture this girl's transition from childhood into being a teenager. This often awkward transition came with stress and insecurity. In the end, though, she realizes she just has to be happy with who she is.  While this theme might be  a bit overdone, it is by far the most work I've put into any photoshoot. It required wardrobe changes, bedsheet changes, and, of course, makeup. I loved the process (it was really rad). But, being that I rarely wear makeup, we failed at the makeup part. Miserably. So, we had to resort to smearing the eyeliner to make it look like she was crying, and to conceal the horribly done eye makeup. Then I wrote P-E-R-F-E-C-T on her forehead for a good message to be sent out, and, and for an extra pop to the photo. The aftermath of the makeup, though, was a disaster. It took 15-30 minutes for Monica to get the eye makeup off, and with the use of showers, Aveeno face wipes, face washes, and sleep, the eye makeup is now completely off. I am eternally glad and grateful I finally let go of iPhonegraphy and got an actual camera to work with. Despite some of the struggles I went through with taking these pictures, I am proud to admit that I am looking forward to many photoshoots to come. Oh, and Happy New Year.

Yours Truly,

Ava 

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