I Don’t Know Jack

This always happens.

Topics, thoughts, words and phrases weaving in and around my brain.  I want to write, people, believe me.  But this always happens.

DuhhhhwhatdoIwriteabout?


And then, in some most cases, I’ll get distracted by a fine piece of cinematic work such as:

Which leads to reenactments of said climactic scene in said cinematic film piece:

You might be able to handle the truth!!!

And, due to my high-energy, elaborate reenactment of this drama, I end up…

Thank goodness I’m getting my haircolor(s) recolor-fied tomorrow.

Okay, in all honesty, I start out a post and end up clickity-clackin’ blanks all over the page.  I’ll distract myself as much as possible to avoid getting anything really honest about myself on page.  By the time I get over the distraction, I’m too tired to think/write anymore.

Thank goodness for the discovery of PhotoBooth.  (I should probably be embarrassed with my appearance or something, but what the hell.  Trivia: I’m wearing a long-sleeved shirt from our high school production of Cinderella.)

Welp, time to be honest, Missy.  Don’t be scared to face the truth and share your truth.  (By the way, I really was watching A Few Good Men.)

And geebus crust, if anything, lighten up.

I think — and don’t hold me to this — but I THINK I’m done with doubts.  I’m not sure.  I mean, as with anything, I have my…

Sh*t.

One-Track Blogminded

Why, oh why did I start a running blog as well?  (For your information, it’s missyhatesrunning.blogspot.com.  There are a whopping two posts or something.)  This is my thought process:

“Oh, I have something to post about my new exercise/health kick.  But it’s not about running.  Should I post it on there if it’s not about running?  Probably.  Because running is exercise and stuff.  But I need to post more on my REAL blog.  Man, I haven’t posted on there in forever.”

Honestly, I think I just wanted to separate exercise crap, which I’m sure not a whole lot of people want to read about, from personal/randomness/whatever other crap I want to talk about.  I don’t know why I automatically think people would read this blog more if I didn’t post exercise crap on there, but I do.

And oh well.

Here it is folks.  My new exercise regimen:

Just kidding.  Can you really see me in suspenders?

ANYWHOOO, I’ve been doing the Beachbody Insanity workout program, AND I’ve passed Day 2 of the second month.  There are only two months in the program, so it’s getting down to the nitty-gritty-bust-your-ass-and-sweat-two-gallons-every-ten-minutes-”Holy Bob Saget, I want to puke and/or spontaneously combust because it’d be more comfortable” part of the program.

On a lighter note, I’ve been sleeping like a bebe (pronounced beh-beh) the past two nights because of it.

I’d recommend the program but only for those who like pain.  Just kidding.  Sorta.  Mainly, it’s for those who don’t mind getting their asses whipped.  If you try and actually push yourself through the entire thing, you will notice yourself getting more and more in shape, and your body will change.  I can’t actually say any of the workouts are “fun,” but there are those points in the workout where you’re just like, “I can’t believe I’m throwing myself on the floor.  Huh, this is kinda amusing.”

If you’ve read my running blog, you’ll know that I actually don’t like exercising but I do it anyway.  I have to.  My body type and genetics are too screwy to NOT exercise.  However, I don’t think I would’ve stuck with this program had I not just completed a marathon.  It takes mental strength more than anything.  Your body will be worn out less than halfway through most of the workouts, but you have to make yourself stick with it.

What in the hell has happened to me?  I’m blogging about exercising!  Oh well.

In other news, I’m going to start taking classes this summer to get a certificate in Web Design, which is pretty cool.  More on that and other life stuffs later.

**Consider the missyhatesrunning blog abandoned.  I have a one-track/one-blog mind these days.

Missy is annoyed. PLeaSe RePOST!!! <3

In regards to all of those freaking, ridiculous, chain-letter-like status updates that EVERYONE freaking posts on Facebook…

Okay, it’s definitely not the end of the world, but it seems to be…pointless.  And it’s getting annoying.

Example: “Repost this if you love your mom/dad/bf/gf/cat/dog/hamster/pants more than anything in this world!  Your *insert noun* means the most to you, and you’re not afraid to show it!  If you don’t repost, you’re a worthless piece of crap and you should feel guilty for being such an a-hole.”

Not going to lie, I’ve sometimes felt bad for not re-posting those things, and I have no idea why!  I know declaring my love for my mom, my sister and/or my pants on Facebook doesn’t make me a better person, but I still felt bad for not being like everyone else.  Is there anyone out there who actually judges other people on Facebook if they do NOT post one of those Declarations of Affection?  I didn’t think so.

Maybe I could start re-posting everyone else’s random status updates as Declarations of Acknowledgment.  Suzie’s status update of “Suzie is going to the movies tonight!” could become MY new update: “Missy sees that Suzie is going to the movies tonight!”

Stupid?  Yes.  But hey, it’s a new way of spreading the FB love.  It’s still copying and pasting someone else’s ideas, BUT it’s proving that you’re paying attention to and reading random people’s status updates…instead of just saying “Oh, I don’t want people to think I don’t love my mom!  *copy, paste, update*

By the way, I really do love my pants.

Shooting People

I hate the actual New Year’s Resolutions thing, but I like setting goals soooo… one of my GOALS for this year is to define my “style” of photography.

I’ve been trying and trying and trying to figure out what style and/or genre of photography interests me most because, even thought it’s not good to limit yourself, it’s also good to find your niche. I think I’ve narrowed it down to two specifications.  I would say niche or specialty or whatever, but I still haven’t figured shizz out; I’m just a step or two further along the way.

One thing I know I love concert photography. That will never feel like work to me, I don’t think. I look forward to expanding and honing my skill (skill-if you can call it that yet) in that area.

The second thing I know I want to pursue is the storytelling aspect of photography, be it wedding, urban, artistic or even landscape/nature.  Actually, I ran into the following website for “The Storyteller” photographer, Charles Bordner.  I guess he’s actually been on Lifetime and is a nationally acclaimed photographer.  (You know me and my Lifetime!  Dana Delaney, Candice Cameron AND Jane Seymour!?  Where can you go wrong?  Okay, you can easily go wrong, and I’m happy to say I’m completely kidding.  I’ll wait til I’m at least 45 before watching more than 15 minutes of Lifetime at a time.  No offense to those of you who enjoy it.  It’s just not my thang.)

Okay, I totally tried to find a "Bad Lifetime Movie" picture to insert, but Google came up with this for me instead. I guess they're from some other show on Lifetime. Hey, it got your attention, right?

Back to taking me seriously…Not to say that I necessarily want to FULLY pursue wedding photography, but if I did (and as I travel down this road), I aspire to follow that particular style of wedding photography.  (I recommend looking through his galleries.  There’s a picture of a little girl standing in front of the wedding cake in the ‘Low Country’ pictures.  LOVE it.)  He’s found a way to construct simple yet eloquent pictures, in my opinion.  Honest and elegant.  Professional and classy but far from pretentious.

I love stories.  I love thoughts and images and artistry that spark emotion.  And I love the idea of putting into pictures what I cannot put into words.

And stuff.

Reading, Writing and…Reading, Writing….

Freakin’ A, people.  I haven’t been receiving “comment updates” via email, so I haven’t had a clue that people have actually been reading this thing.  Sarah and Casey, I love your a$$es.  Well, not literally.  Let’s leave that one alone.  But comments are nice.  Really nice.  Thank you.  And thank you for the encouragement to write.  I always have a nagging feeling to write and rarely do I follow through with that urge.  But I’m coming around to the truth of how much I need to write more than anything.

Anywhositz… no MAJOR and mindblowing updates.  However, I will say a lot of things have struck me lately.  Not objects–once again, I’ll leave that one alone–but realizations.  More later.  And I promise to write, particularly for those who want to read.

In many cases, writing is so much easier for me.  Even though I know not everyone or ANYONE out there is hearing me, it’s still nice to know that someone’s paying attention.

We All Tea In a Yellow Submarine

From – http://noquedanblogs.com/diseno/tea-sub/

Love it.  I’d just have to find a clear mug to drink out of all the time.

BlogFunk

I’m trying to figure out what stopped me from writing.  What’s stopping me from writing now?  As with a lot of things these days, I find myself saying, “I don’t know what happened, but I used to do this… I used to do that.”  Anywho, “I used to” write in my (*wincing)* Xanga blog about random crap all the time.  I mainly wrote about what I did that day or what my plans were and/or what I already accomplished for that week or whatever.  It was an extremely basic, not necessarily well written and sometimes funny little site.  There are things in my old blog that I wouldn’t even PONDER putting on missydetrick.com.  I have to watch my language a bit more.  Definitely watch how much personal information I share.

What are us bloggers supposed to write about anyway?  Maybe that’s the problem.  Yeah, I know every blogger is different.  Many people use blogs as a personal or creative outlet, a career/industry-focused portal or just a hobby.  I’m…well, I’m confused.  I think it all comes down to my overall issue in life at the moment: I just want someone to tell me what to do because I no longer feel like I know what I’m doing.  Sometimes I feel like screaming, yelling and b*tching on here, but most times I…just don’t do… anything.  I THINK I have a lot to say yet always end up changing my mind at the last moment.  What do people want to hear or read?  Is this entertaining?  Will I sound stupid?

Oh screw it, I just won’t write at all.

Stick a carrot in it, Thumper.

It’s kind of a “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” sort of deal.  (That was in Bambi, right?)    Maybe someday I’ll feel like I have something better to say, but until then I have to at least start saying something.

Interest in Interests

I need to start going to concerts again. I’ve always considered concerts an “Interest,” you know, on all of the important things like my Facebook profile and whatnot (ha.) but I’ve come to the realization that I never actually go to them.

And then I started thinking, “Well, what else am I supposedly interested in but never really research, partake in or fully enjoy?”  Let’s see… here’s what’s on my Facebook profile:

“Music, friends, family, laughing, photography, fashion, art, books, reading books, sleeping, kittens, travel, beaches, Europe, dreaming, surprising people, breaking stuff”

Well, sh*t.  “Concerts” isn’t even on there.  Disregard this post.  Wait, I guess “Concerts” could be grouped into the “Music” category, right?  Moving on…

Music – check

Friends – check

Family – check…well, for the most part… check

Laughing – check

Photography – check.  Hello?  I subscribe to photography RSS feeds!  Pshhh…

Fashion – I think my weekly, if not daily obsession of checking lulu.com and forever21.com counts.

Art – What is art, really? Photography?  Music?  “Art is life, man.”  Or was it “Life imitates art”… .I don’t know.  I’m pretty sure everyone has some sort of interest in an art form.

Books/Reading Books – Check.

Sleeping, kittens,dreaming, surprising people, breaking stuff – Yeah, I got it.

Travel/Beaches – Okay, so I research a lot of trips on cheapcaribbean.com.  Just so you know, prices for Secrets- Maroma Beach have skyrocketed this year!  I should’ve gone last August…

Europe – I’ve tried to think of a reason why I put this in there.  I think it’s because Europe is interesting to me?  I’d love to travel around Europe?  Ehh, I don’t know.  Maybe I should blame Anthony Bourdain.  I probably just updated my profile after drinking a bit of red wine.

Dream On

I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams lately.  Not really nightmares or anything close to nightmares, actually, but just make-you-feel-bad/unhappy dreams.  This usually happens when I have a lot of particularly bad emotions and unhappy things on my mind…which, I guess, makes sense.

I don’t believe dreams have underlying meanings or give you premonitions for the future, per say.  (However, I will admit that at one point, I owned a couple of those “What Do Your Dreams Mean?” books and honestly tried interpreting my dreams night after night.  If I dreamed of being chased, I was running from something in my life, blah blah blah.  I’m not sure at what point that changed for me, but one day I just gave the books away.)  Albeit, I do believe dreams are a representation of what’s on your mind and whatever tidbits of information you can piece together to help make a dream’s “story” complete.

Speaking of running, I would write more this evening, but I have to get up early to run for the last time in 2009.  I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, which I’ll address some other time.  I’z tired.

Anyway, what are your opinions on dreams?  Do you keep a journal?  Do you try to interpret them/never have them/etc?  Talk amongst yourselves (via the handy comment section below :) ).

They made it! Check out the pics I took …

They made it! Check out the pics I took at the Midas One Convention this past November: http://imdaonline.org/userfiles/image/09IMDAGallery/index.html