On Commitment

With the somewhat quickly approaching end of my photography school years (I'd say the end was moderately approaching) I am yet again trying to decide what to do when I'm done. Now the obvious answer is, take pictures. (I'm not completely stupid). The issue though is I have that restless feeling again. You know the one, where you've lived in one spot for three years and that's a LONG time? Or is that simply a product of being a military brat? I don't know. Anyway, I was pretty much all set to do a runner again. The main options being: go teach English in an Asian country (again), but this time Korea perhaps. Or Tokyo. Cruise ship photography or perhaps find a job in Yellowknife or somewhere very north and try that out for a bit. Korea was winning by a fair margin, and not just because I'm sick of the cold and don't want to share bunk beds on a boat with a stranger. So, Korea is looking kind of good and I'm lying in bed the other night (because really who needs sleep?) thinking about all this nonsense and I realized that moving to a foreign country, or boarding a ship, or the Great North don't scare me at all. They're fun and interesting adventures, which is great and all, but something I've done. What I realized in my 2am insomniac state is that what I'm really scared of doing is settling down for a bit. This is the thing I've never tried: staying.

Anway what all that inane rambling amounts to is I think i'm going to try to stick it out in Halifax for a bit. It may be small, and not have a Korean BBQ restaurant, the transit system may suck and the photography job market is kind of saturated, I may have no head for business and the attention span of a gnat sometimes, I have no clue where to start and no car to get there, but what better place to try to stick it out! I'm only half kidding. There is lots to do here and making your own fun is pretty much a requirement wherever you go. So my next big adventure is going to be a commitment.

k-

ps. it'd be boring to leave you without a picture....

How the hell is it March 23rd already?

So, apparently i am neglecting my new blog. This is obviously because I bought a Korean soap opera in Vegas and have done almost nothing since i arrived home from Vegas aside from sleep, work, and watch Korean soap operas.

I am also apparently too stupid to put that picture where I want it to go.

Anyway I sort of thought I'd have a relaxing 3rd week of March break. Now, really i should know better. I was talking to Danny at work about only having 10 hours this week at work. And he suggested I ask about working on the door. I thought this was a great idea. I went from 10 to 32.5 hours. Great for pay, bad for Kristie. Working the door at Costco is not fun. It is decidedly less than fun. People kick up a fuss when you politely ask to see their Costco card. They kick up a fuss despite the fact that their card says they have been a member since 1993 and have had to show their card at the door on every visit since then. Also they get offended both when you genuinely check their reciept vs. items and, when you don't. Like today when we had almost 1000 people an hour pouring in the door and we just wanted to get them out.

Oh well. Vegas pictures are still pending. I am perhaps 1/3 of the way through the editing. Proper posts about Vegas are still brewing as well. More to come.

ps. I bought a dragon kite. Now i just have to wait the weather out the try it. I would prefer it not to be sub-zero the first time i try it.

Vegas and Why

Maybe the best way to start the Vegas posts is to explain why I'm jetting off to Vegas for a week a week before March break. It all started about three weeks ago. I was relaxing at home, probably playing Scrabulous and at about 11pm the phone rings. Now, it's 11pm and the caller ID shows that it's my mom calling so I immediately think maybe something is wrong because a: it's late b: i talked to her at 9 and c: i talked to her at 10. I answer and she sounds fine, everything is good. So she asks me whats new. And i tell her nothing, because I talked to her an hour ago. Then she asks if there is anything I want to tell her, and again, no. WTF? So she asks if i'm sure there is nothing new or that i want to tell her. She responds by telling me that I can't repeat what I'm going to be told to anyone OR talk about it on Facebook. The shock of my mom mentioning Facebook in a casual conversation aside, now I'm super suspicious so I ask her what's new. And she comes out with "Mark and Julie are getting married in Las Vegas on March 9th, Charlene just called me. Don't tell anyone though because they don't have their invitations yet." After confirming that she wasn't kidding I proceeded to pitch an extremely immature fit over the fact that it was my mom who told me. The tantrum lasted approximately 24 hours at which point i sent off a kind of bitchy message letting Julie know I would be attending her wedding, inviation or not. Immediately after sending off said bitchy message I checked my email. (Word to the wise, check your email before you send bitchy facebook messages to friends). In grand family fashion word went from my extremely amused mother to Julies now concerned mom to Julie that I was in a bit of a state. Needless to say after reading Julies email I felt small, and i generally feel small. After sending off a somewhat contrite message confirming my attendance I booked some stuff, got time off work and the rest is history.

Blog entry the first

So I've been enjoying Mark and Julies blog (http://thetardiestexplorers.blogspot.com) for awhile now and I kind of miss having my own. Now I realize that blogging about school and work is going to be rather boring, but you don't have to read it if you don't want to. So there.