Fun Times in Katie-Land

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 07:50:59 GMT

New Blog here:

http://katie-anderson.blogspot.com/

I miss TV shows like they're people.....

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 07:38:28 GMT

Can we go back to 2001 when Buffy had just risen from the dead (again) and she and Spike were getting it on and all was right with the world? Pretty please? I watched some Buffy on DVD today.... Bad idea. It made me miss my favorite show even more. It made me want to finally finish my Buffy DVD collection. It made me really really sad. But it also made me really really glad that I was lucky enough to recognize what a fantastic show it was. There are people in this world that will never know the joy of Buffy/Angel angst, Willow dorkiness, and Giles' Britishey-ness. I feel sad for those people. I feel that it is my duty to educate as many people as possible.

I know I'm crazy. And isn't that the first step?

Greetings from Beautiful Georgia Southern University!

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 13:46:18 GMT

I'm sitting in the library again in almost the exact same location as Tuesday. I'm one computer down. I'm getting used to the library.

So, there was this Art History test the other week. I studied my ass off for that thing. I'm glad I did. I made a 98. I think that's the highest grade I've made in college on a "real" test. It was nice to feel like my studying paid off for once. Also, I'm fairly sure that I have superb test-taking skills. I didn't study at all for my World History test last week.... and I barely went to class. And I didn't fail. I by no means made anything even resembling a 98, but I didn't fail. I owe it all to logic and really excellent bullshitting. I've noticed how I'm pretty good at the bullshitting on tests that I haven't studied for. I got skillz. (Yes, with a "z")

I spent the majority of the afternoon with Lydia. That was nice.... really nice. I love living in the Marvin House, but I miss Lydia. We went out to eat and then went "Wal-Marting." Fun was had.

I hate this weird period of time between World History and Photography. It's almost 2 hours and I don't have anything to do except come to the library and either read, study, or type. I guess I'm in a typey mood.

I didn't sleep very well last night. I guess I got somewhere around 2-3 hours of sleep. I woke up at 4am and couldn't go back to sleep.... so I borrowed Callie's dvd's of the first season of House. It's a good show... I watched the first 4 episodes.

I think I'm going to go read.... or maybe go to the darkroom for a little while.

Song for today:
John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room....this song is BEAUTIFUL. How can Callie always tell when I'm going to love a song?

It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love we've been working on

Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We pulled too many false alarms

We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room

Homage to the Old Zach... and other stuff.

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 13:58:09 GMT

I'm sitting here, in the brand-spanking new addition to our beloved Zach S. Henderson Library.
(If everything is so bright and shiny and new, then why is the mouse I'm using freaking out? Oh, right... nobody thinks about cleaning the ball except for crazy people. Way to go, Katie.)
So, the library. It's very shiny. Very modern. The walls are a strange color of teal. And the carpet is Georgia Southern Blue. The windows are huge. And clean. I'm sitting here, right now, and I can see out of the window behind the monitor. I see a big hole where they've dug up all around the addition, and a blue port-a-potty that's kind of leaning to one side. I'm sitting where the Blue Building used to be. Does anybody even remember that building? Will anybody remember what the old part of the library looked like in a week? I will. I loved going there. This building, this foreign body on our lovely campus, is new and pretty, but I still loved the old part. I loved going up to the third floor and sitting in the oversized section with the photography books and getting lost in them. I loved the bathroom on the third floor. I took pictures of Callie in there last year. I'm going to miss the crazy hot pink bathroom. I loved the fourth floor this summer. It was deserted and empty except for this guy that always came up at the same time each day in his shirt and tie and with an old green hardback and a can of diet coke.
The bottom line is that the new part of the library is pretty. It's great. Really, it is. But I'd kind of gotted attached to the old part. I'm gonna miss it. Poor old Zach.

My Holga came yesterday. I don't have film for it. I didn't even think about film, I was so excited about the camera. I ordered 10 rolls of film for it last night. So, that's exciting. I also ordered some other stuff that I don't even need. But I wanted it and that's truly what matters.

Speaking of last night. There was more roommate fun at the Marvin house. We pulled my mattress into Kristen's room and the four of us (Me, Callie, Kristen and Christie) all slept in Kristen's room. Me and Callie on my bed, Kristen in hers, and Christie on the futon. It was like a sleepover, except we all actually live there. Great fun was had, nonetheless.

Okay, that's all. I'm tired of typing. And I'm sure the girl at the computer next to me is tired of it, too.

PS.... Everybody on the planet needs to know this song. It's just so freaking good.

And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be
All do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet I’d do the stars with you any time

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you till I die
There’s a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet ?
(Dire Straits "Romeo and Juliet)

Holga.

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 10:50:21 GMT

I just ordered a Holga. No. It's not what you're thinking. I didn't just order some big fat lady with a viking helment from the internet. A Holga is a camera. It's a cheap plastic camera. It's cool, though. I'm kinda excited about it.

See the difference:

Holga:

Other Holga:

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready to take a test I kind of forgot about. Yay.

David Bowie Pin

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 22:07:49 GMT

I made this pin for 3-D Design in Metals. This is done in brass and is about 2"x4."

Original

The original I worked from.

David Bowie Pin

I made this in my 3-Dimensional Design in Metals Class. This is David Bowie in brass.

Un-Creativeness

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 11:30:56 GMT

Right now, in this moment, I feel a complete inability to be creative. I took out my camera last night and held it. That’s all. I just held it and stared at it, and wished that it would somehow point itself at the pictures. I know that there are thousands upon thousands of pictures waiting inside me to get out, but right now, in this moment, I can’t feel them.

Sometimes....

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 16:44:08 GMT

Sometimes, people are exactly what they seem. What you see is what you get. I like that. No bullshit. But sometimes, even people you've known for a long time have a side to them that you had no clue about. Sometimes, a person can be completely different from what you've always thought.
People are always suprising me.

I LOVE Alton Brown.

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 05:00:39 GMT

In the first episode of Alton Brown's new series on Food Network, Feasting of Asplalt, he stops in WASHINGTON, Ga to visit The Biscuit Place. How cool is that?

Here's a picture of Alton Brown with Phil Tanner on the practice field behind the high school.

Did I mention how much I love Alton Brown?

New houses everywhere!

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 09:21:08 GMT

One of these days, I'm going to get back to my old ways. (That sounds like a song lyric, but it's not.) Really, one day, I will start updating this thing like I used to. I don't want to abandon it.

So, here's a quick update, just so that LJ knows that I still love it.

I am settled into the Marvin house. There is nobody here right now but me. There won’t be anybody here for a week or so. I like to think of this time alone in the house as "get to know you" time. This is time for me to get to know the house, its smells, its noises, and all its little idiosyncrasies. Including the mice. Oh yes, we have mice. At least one very active mouse. I’ve seen him three times now, and he’s scared me shitless all three times. But tonight, I think his number’s finally up. Chris helped me set traps, baited with peanut butter. After a whole day of waiting, I finally heard one of the traps pop. Since I’m scared of mice, dead or alive, I don’t want to get too good of a look, but I know that the trap isn’t where we set it. I kind of peeked around the corner and saw that it wasn’t there…. I think the mouse must have moved it under the chair as it got him. Chris will have to investigate tomorrow. Also, we have had our first major disaster in the house… and when I say “we,” I mean “me.” The most essential electricity powered device went out this week. The air conditioner. And let me tell you, this is Statesboro in July. The heat index today got up to 132. Luckily, It was fixed in two days. In the meantime, I realized how wonderful it is that Lydia has an apartment right across town. I stayed there for two nights while it was an oven in the house. So, what have we learned? Old college houses have many problems. And many critters. And are scary to be in alone. I miss roommates. L

My Mom is almost completely moved into her new house. We have had even more adventures with that. We’ve had to hook up water pipes, move furniture, buy countless things at Wal-Mart and Lowe’s, and I had to sleep on an air mattress for 3 days. This is all over now. We are in the house and everything is working. All the appliances are there (including a new washer and dryer). We have furniture (including a whole new set of living room furniture). The water is clear instead of brown, And the dog has finally realized that it’s home. Except for the fact that she won’t poop outside. Grr. Anyway, it’s quite nice. The phone and satellite will be hooked up sometime next week and that will make being there a little less isolated. Yay for new houses.

I think that’s about it. The Marvin house is great. Mama’s new house is great. I have no life other than moving. I am actually looking forward to class just to have somewhere to go and people to talk to. Statesboro is lonely in the summer.

That’s all.

Pictures from Myrtle Beach... finally!

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 10:25:17 GMT

Leaving Statesboro

I met Abbie at my house. This is my dog looking out the window as we left.

Our mascot for the trip. A swashbuckling, swordfighting, pint-sized, plastic Captain Jack Sparrow.

Abbie driving... and looking confused.

Me helping the driving by taking way too many pictures.

The road streched out before us.

We took a wrong turn somewhere in South Carolina and ended up on a dirt road...

...with a sunflower field...

... which we took some flowers from...

We finally found the gas station we were looking for.

Again, I helped by taking way too many pictures.

This sign was in the parking lot of the gas station. It's like it was telling us what the next three days had in store for us.

Driving again.

Random sign across from the Eckerd's we stopped at for batteries.

I thought it was funny.

Funniest old man I ever saw.

Tires.

This is the lovely town of Loris, South Carolina. If you're from Loris, you are a Lorian. If you and your friends are from Loris, you are Lorelai. This is just the way it is.

Shops in Loris.

Abbie in Loris

Possum Trot Road. Where possums come from all over to trot.

We're here! Yay!

I guess it's fashionable to walk around with giant condoms on your head now...

Food!

Corn muffin shaped food!

It was raining... alot.

A Crabcake sandwich... all for me.

The Hard Rock Cafe the next day. It's a pyramid.

The inside of the Hard Rock. They had some of Joan Jett's pants.

I ordered a pulled pork sandwich. The ticket said "Pig Sandwich."

The insane fish that all come to the surface for the fish food you get out of the bubblegum machine for $0.50.

Speaking of fish, we went to the aquarium. These are pirahnnahs. I just know I spelled that wrong.

This is a saw shark... I think.

SWIM, little fishy! SWIM!!

There was also a Mars exhibit at the aquarium. This is Mars.

More good food.

fries and ketchup.

Abbie at Johnny Rockets.

Trogdor was a man. Maybe he was a dragon man. Or maybe he was just a dragon.....

The giant blender at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. I love the kid looking up at it.

Fireworks.

More fireworks.

Gee, weren't the fireworks pretty?

An awesome picture of Abbie.

It's us! Yay! The end.

Moving, Vacation, Moving.

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 05:11:43 GMT

First night in my new college house. I'm officially and technically MOVED. It is such a relief.

More moving to come, but first: VACATION! I'll be in Statesboro till Sunday, then Monday I'm leaving for Myrtle Beach. Then I'll be between Washington and Waynesboro for a few days helping Mama move, then I'll be back in Statesboro eventually. I'm glad vacation is only a few days away. I'm in serious need of some down time. And some fun. And some rest. And a shower.

That's all for tonight.

Crankiness brought on by tiredness.

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 10:11:34 GMT

INSOMNIA:
This entry shall serve no other purpose than to remind me to never finish reading a book right before trying to go to sleep. (This is a lie. It will also waste time, brain cells, and eyesight.) I can never sleep after finishing a book. It's like my mind has to keep operating, keep grinding, keep chewing over what just went through it. I don't know why I'm like this. 5 am and I'm losing sleep over a silly book. It's not like it was the best book in the world. It certainly wasn't. It was just something to take my mind away from the actual world for a while each night. I've been reading it for over a month. It took me that long to get interested in it. Certainly not the best book ever. But no matter how ordinary it was, it is keeping me awake at 5 am on a Sunday night. And I'm here, typing to nobody about nothing at all.

PREOCCUPATION:
This isn't the kind of thing that most people are interested to read in a blog.... that I'm having another sleepless night, brought on by finishing a book, and that I don't think it's the book that's really keeping me awake after all. I think it's the absence of the book. It's done and finished. And all my other books are packed in plastic bins in a not-so-empty room at the house I'm moving into at the end of June. I have nothing to read. I must go get a book to read out of those bins and boxes tomorrow to keep my mind occupied. Otherwise it will be occupied with things I can do nothing about: moving into the new house here in Statesboro, moving Mama into her new house, the mere idea of classes in the fall, the frivolous amount of money I’ve spent in the last three months, the gigantic lack of photography I've done since summer began.

MYSPACE RANT:
5:28. I’ve spent the last 18 minutes looking at Myspace profiles for people I barely know, or don’t know at all. I’m so incredibly odd for looking at things that will just make me angry. I have noticed that a person can completely turn me off if they don’t have their actual name in the “name” place. They have something stupid, something stupid that’s not even a name. Like a phrase they made up, or a lyric from some song that they think ONLY they have ever heard. You know, something that just screams “I want everybody to think I’m really cool and antisocial and intelligent and oh-so punk rock, but actually I have no freaking clue what I’m talking about.” And then you get the people that have no less than 8 videos/songs/graphics on their profile, along with 74 (yes, exactly 74) random stupid quizzes like “What flavor jellybean are you?” or “Which celebrity will NEVER go out with you?” Yes, I know about the quizzes. I’ve taken the quizzes. I’m a sour apple jelly bean, and no celebrity would ever go out with me. I’ve accepted these facts and I don’t need to share them with the whole world on myspace, even if there is a cute little picture to go with them. And I’ve finally figured out why I don’t get retard forwards in my email inbox anymore. They’re all on myspace camouflaged as bulletins. “…if you don’t repost this within 30 seconds of receiving it, you will get gonorrhea and die tomorrow.” Not likely. The one and only reason I continue to use myspace is that it allows me to keep in contact with people I would otherwise never talk to. It’s a connection to the past… at least, the past that I want to be connected to.

In conclusion: I’m tired and I’m cranky. The sun is coming up over Statesboro, the garbage man is making alot of noise outside my window, and I’ve had no sleep at all. I’m ready to be moved (both instances) and I’m ready for a damned vacation.

Two more weeks ‘till Myrtle Beach.

Neglecting Livejournal and Moving again

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 03:09:09 GMT

Poor Livejournal. I've neglected it so. Kinda makes me sad.

Things are moving right along with the moving. Mama will be in her new house in a few weeks, and I'll be in my house (the rental in Statesboro) in a few weeks. I actually start moving into the house this weekend. Lydia and I have disassembled just about everything in the apartment. It's a wreck, but moving is sort of exciting.

I really don't have anything else to say. Maybe there will be more once moving really gets underway.

Home

Wed, 10 May 2006 19:50:07 GMT

I'm going home for a while to pack. Now that I think about it, this is probably one of the last times I'll call it home. You'd think it would be sad, but it's not. Not at all. Honestly, I can't wait to call somewhere else home.

Anyway, I won't be able to check my email for a few days. Or anything else for that matter. I'll be back in like a week or so. I really don't know. I'm rambling now. I'll be back when I get back.

Have a good week.

Oh, by the way. I have realized that MySpace is a prettier version of Facebook for people who didn't go to college. Not that it bothers me, I have just realized that... and I wanted to share.

IN SOM NEE UH

Mon, 08 May 2006 08:53:47 GMT

Up till 5am again. Damn insomnia. School's out and I have nothing to wake up for in the mornings, therefore no reason to go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

I rented Tristan & Isolde tonight. It's good stuff... and I'm not afraid to admit that I cried like a little baby at the end. I was home alone watching a chick flick at 3am.... what would you do?

I've been doing some myspace-ing. It's hard work keeping up with LJ, Facebook, and MySpace. It's a little more than I care to handle. It's weird because I'm friends with some people on all 3 and it gets confusing. Technology makes my brain hurt sometimes. Like now. My brain literally hurts staring at this screen.

Going to bed.

PS... this cd is awesome.

http://www.kttunstall.com/

Printmaking Projects

Sun, 07 May 2006 21:25:34 GMT

Two of my printmaking projects. The first one is my final project. Abbie came up with the idea for both of these. She's awesome.

"Shrimp on the Barbie"
Silkscreen print

"Candy Flavored Windows"
Poster for a made up band, Silkscreen print

Con-tem-plate.

Wed, 03 May 2006 08:57:22 GMT

Think back a year ago. What were you doing? Who were your friends? Are they the same friends you have now? Who have you met and who have you lost contact with? Think back two years ago. Three. Five. Ten.
I thought about that tonight. As I finish my third year of college, I'm becoming more and more aware of time and how quickly it passes.
A year ago, I was living with Heidi, Callie and Rebekah. I was staying up all night alot... and drinking vanilla tea sitting alone on our balcony as the sun came up. I was just beginning to make art, finishing my first photo class.
Two years ago, I was saying goodbye to Adrianne. We cried in the parking lot. I haven't seen her since.
Three years ago I was about to graduate High School. I was going to my senior prom. Chris and I had just started dating. I thought that I was going to be a psychology major. I thought that I'd never forget my friends from high school. I haven't spoken to most of those people since graduation.
Five years ago, I was 16 and thought I knew everything that there was to know. I thought the petty things were major ordeals. I was trying so hard to figure everything out that I had no clue who I was. I was just figuring out what love wasn't. I'd just gotten my car. Abbie and I went everywhere that summer.
Ten years ago, I was 11. I can't even remember back that far.

If time moves so quickly when I'm 21, how will it be when I'm older? I spent my childhood wishing I was older. I'm older now. What do I do with it?

As I sit here in my bed, in Statesboro, Georgia, I'm wondering if I took a wrong turn somewhere. If I had chosen something differently, or done something, where would I be? Would I still be here? Have I made the right choices? Have I made my choices for the right reasons? I don't even rememer the reasons now. Three years of college. Six semesters. It seems so long and so short at the same time. Chris is taking a full time job this summer that may lead to a permanent position. I have friends that are graduating college. I have friends that are getting married. I'm not ready of any of those things. Do I need to grow up quicker? Is everybody else growing up too fast? The "right" answer is that we all grow at our own pace. Mine just happens to be that of a snail.

Three years. Six semesters. I cannot express in words what I have learned in these three years. But then again, I'm sure everybody else knows exactly what I'm talking about.

Myspace

Wed, 03 May 2006 08:13:12 GMT

Correction to previous post:

Everybody has a Myspace.

http://www.myspace.com/eitak671

Tue, 02 May 2006 20:21:35 GMT

Everybody has a Myspace but me.

Photo III Final Portfolio

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 05:12:10 GMT

I finished my photo III final tonight. There are 20 large images... might take a while to load. Just thought I'd share.

Cover
This is the cover for my Photo III final. It's a book. 20 images were required.

Along with some other people (Heather, Amber, Chris, Lydia and Callie), I came up with funny little phrases with magnetic poetry that I overlayed on images. All this was done in the darkroom.

This is Torso Tammy. She has no legs. She's veeeeery creepy.

Henderson Library. Yay for books.

Mamaw! She's so freakin' cute.

A the guitar is Heidi's. I took this picture when I was in Photo I and living at Statesboro Place... so long ago!

Lamp.

Yes, this is a blowfish. A real one. They sell them on St. Simons as a novelty. It's permanently puffed up and spikey. Kinda hard to work with, but worth it.

This image is actually upside down.

I took this from a medical website on my computer.

This is actually an extreme closeup of a weird looking starfish.

This is Heidi. I took this when I was in Photo I, too. I always loved this shot, but I never got to use it.

A wall.

Not a Picture Taker

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 08:30:43 GMT

I just got back from the darkroom. It is indeed after 4am.

I thought tonight about pictures and the people that take them. I have realized that there are photographers, and there are people who take pictures and these two are infinitely different. I want to be the former, rather than the latter. That is the goal of all this. I want to work harder. I want to make better art. I want to be better at this. I want to be a photographer- not a picture taker.

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 04:03:40 GMT

Finished my paper. Shower then bed. AAH!! This week is hell.

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 00:51:01 GMT

"All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth."
Richard Avedon

I love this quote. Nothing is more true. We set photography apart from other forms of art because of its supposed truthfulness, but everything about a photograph is just as made up as a painting. You chose the subject, you chose the lighting, you chose the location, you chose the exposure, you chose to crop where you did. The photographer chooses every detail in a photograph. You create your own reality in photographs.

And that's what I love about photography.

...

I've posted three times today and haven't even started on my art history paper that's due in the morning. Time to work.

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 14:14:09 GMT

"And if a day goes by without my doing something related to
photography, it's as though I've neglected something essential to my
existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up. I know that the
accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible."
Richard Avedon, 1970