Secret #6 Photoshop

Original Photoshoped

I've given up trying to take really good pictures. It use to be that I would see something beautiful and think "Man! If only I had my camera here to capture this moment. It would be so amazing!" So one day I decided to pack my camera along with me. I saw some nice things and felt so lucky I had my camera with me. (Now, granted I am not a professional photographer. I've had not training of any kind. I just like to take pictures.) The problem is that nothing seemed to turn out the way I wanted it to. My eyes cannot seem to transfer to the camera. Now I just take decent pictures (like the one on the top) and edit them in Photoshop to be slightly better (hence the one on the bottom). I prefer this method right now, but I am still slightly perturbed that, although the Photoshoped picture looks better, it still cannot capture completely the image as my eye saw it. Usually it's a completely different image.

secret #5 Noses

I hate noses! I think that of all the parts of the face, when it comes to looks, that the nose is the most disgusting. It's not even that I hate my nose all that much... I just don't like them in general. Understandably I can see benefits to the nose: being able to breath in a second location, adding a nice balance between the eyes, and filling up dead space in the face (there is a lot when you look at the edited picture of myself). But they protrude out in such a fashion that a nose by itself is simply ugly. Granted people can have a nice looking face, and the nose can fit that face perfectly, but the nose by itself is still ugly to me. That's how it is. It's just how I feel.

Secret #4 Dear at Night

(First of all this is not my picture. I got it off the internet. It's best if you open up the picture to get the full effect)
Just as this picture could freak you out, I get freaked out by deer at night. I now live in a basement apt. in Provo above the temple and there are deer everywhere. It freaks me out because they sneak up on you. Suddenly you turn a corner and there are like six deer walking across the road. And it doesn't matter if you are driving or walking, the minute you see those deer they feel your presence and stair you back. Imagine twelve freaky reflective eyes staring back at you. It feels like they look through your soul.
At night when I come home. I have to walk all the way around the house to enter our apt. and even though there are gates keeping deer out of the back yard, I still get so creeped out that there will be deer back there. DEER, not someone breaking in to the house, or a mugger, or anything else. I worry about the deer staring at me. It's so unnerving.

p.s. sorry this post is late. I need to be better at that.

Secret #3 Road Rage

I get intense road rage when I'm driving in the car by myself. I know that it's not good and worrisome but I control it pretty good. It's not like I always have road rage when I drive. It just happens occasionally. In some ways I find it a nice release since driving in the car is one of the only times that I think about my life and work through any problems I have. I've been able to figure out a lot of things in my life while driving around. I think sometimes I'm screaming at my problems more than I am the people who cut me off.

Secret #2 Taco Bell

I am in love with Taco Bell. Specifically I love their 7 layer burritos. The problem is that when I am with friends and we're trying to decide where to eat I usually do not suggest Taco Bell because I think other people consider it a "second rate" fast food place. As if Wendy's and such are better than it and only trashy people eat there. So I eat there usually by myself and feel slightly guilty for loving a "second rate" restaurant.

30 Secrets in 30 Days

So I found out about this real cool thing that people are doing. It's not one of those tag things where since I did it now you have to do it, it's just a fun thing to let people in on who you are. So this is how it goes. Each day you post a secret and a picture (simple or not) that represents that secret on your blog. You do this every day for a month or 30 days. It can be a huge secret, or a small simple secret. People will find out about me and I have fun thinking of secrets and ways to reveal them. Now, I cannot promise that I will have a secret everyday. I'm just not that diligent, but I will promise that eventually I will have 30 secrets on my blog. So here we go:

Secret #1

Often I am amazed at the way I deal with the people around me. I was an actor for a while and I have a talent for figuring out what people are like and mimicking their personalities while still attempting to maintain my own. It has occasionally gone so far as to "adopt" their political or moral beliefs. I have found myself wondering at times if I did what I did because of who I am, or if it was to appeal to the people around me. I question who I really am if I am constantly adapting to please others. Sometimes it scares me.

What Kind of Bread is This?

So often, when I'm bored, I try to think about what it is that I could post here on my blog. I usually come up with a great idea- The only problem is I'm usually not at home and by the time I get there I have completely forgotten what it was I wanted to say- This is not the case today. I have, however, altered what I was originally going to say.
Originally I wanted to rave about my favorite bread. I love Grandma Sycamore's Bread. It far exceeds the quality and taste of other breads. Even those that are cheaper knock-offs of the bread, like the Macey's Farm Bread or others, can never reach the quality that good old Granny Sycamore has produced. But, like I said, that was my original intent. It wasn't till I was staring at my fresh new loaf and admiring it's squishy yet light fluffiness that I realized there is a flaw in this bread!!!
Sure it tastes good and sure it's like heaven on the mouth, but how can they get away with labeling this bread as "home-maid"? What does that even mean? First I thought that it was queer that they would have that dash, or dot, or diamond in the middle of the word. Isn't homemaid one word? Well, it turns out it's not even a real word-I know, it's shocking! The correct word is "homemade" or "home-made" the use of "maid" in this sense would be completely wrong...unless it was intentional.
I've decided that it was clear that sweet innocent GS (that's Grandma Sycamore) was trying to pull one on the American public. She knew that most ignorant people would look over her slight misprint in a name and assume that this bread was made at home, or locally. Those that would question could easily think that it was just a cuter form of the word and therefore more marketable. It's only those who really want to look into something- probably more than they should- my case in point- that could see the harsh undertones that this word produces. It's clear to me know that GS is making a statement with this word. Maids are female servants- we're not a gender biased nation so she's referring to both men and women- servants and the lowest of the low- who is often referred to as a servant? Slaves! GS is making a statement for slavery. She wants the old ways of mass producing to return so that she can profit more by reducing production cost. This is not a single instance where these statements are being made in food. Look at Mrs. Butterworth? and Aunt Jamima. There is a conspiracy in the food industry to subtly bring the issue of slavery back into our nation, and I will not stand for it.

That is why (and it pains me to say it) I am boycotting Grandma Sycamore's Bread and all other products that I can somehow relate to Slavery. I will not, no I cannot stand for this kind of treatment in our country! My hope is that all American's all over the world will gather together and rise up in defiance of these corporations that are trying to change our way of life! Stand free Americans! Stand Free!

My Favorite Songs Right Now

SNL Skit

This is my favorite video from SNL. I wish these were real sports. I think I'd totally rock at hat balancing.

I Just Can't Get Enough

So I never can seem to stop using myself as a medium... This first one is simply one of my favorite pictures of myself.

I thought it'd be cool to try to make a pumkin carving of myself. I failed but instead made this nice picture of myself.

Andy Warhol seems to still influence me still. I think this one is more like his pictures than the last one.