They're not a real pet. They don't know how to love.

in the style of ss specifically this & this.

H: i am thinking "oh that sucks, i hope she's alright. (insert excuse to not hang out after work). Let's just hang out another time."

me: the excuse has to bear all of the clever and cool?

Excuses for H. to avoid meeting with an unsavory fella after work:

1. after work's not going to pan out.
let's just hang out another time
Hannah: ooh thats good

i am too busy skindiving with nurse sharks

i am too busy completing my online course in open heart surgery

i am too busy calculating the angle of incidence it will take to launch a rocket off my roof

I am too busy saving a whale. not all of them, just one.

tonight's not going to pan out. my living room is full of wet cement, and, you know, time is of the essence

me: I'd love to see you after work, but I have to walk my sea monkeys. they get ornery.
H: hahahaha and no one wants that
me: no. especially if their habitat is encased in slow drying wet cement
H: life is hard for those little sea monkeys
me: they're not a real pet
they don't know how to love

contribute if you please.

BOSSAY

SAM RYAN, YOU ARE ALL UP IN MY INTERNET GRILL

STEP OFF (but plz don't because I feel like this is the new tin can phone)

In other news, no one has made me cry today. But the night is young, the drinks will be aplenty (H won a free happy hour! If I actually get out of work at a normal person time, I can go there!) and I'm sure I will
1. propose marriage to Ali
2. text inappropriately
3. break a glass
4. leave an ancillary article of clothing somewhere
5. wish I'd eaten more before drinking

stars and cars and barmen

There's been something sort of magical about the crappy built in flash on my canon rebel recently-- maybe november's making me want details glossed over into a blinding pale, maybe I like catching people's squinty faces when I hit them with it in the dark bar.

I think my aesthetic sense is disintegrating. This is an important factor to weigh, considering the dslr is now five years old, has already had one serious emergency room visit, and I have "graduation presents"/fourth quarter opportunities to potentially upgrade/accessorize for the camera. the old girl's pretty beat up for a five year old, and I find that the photos I've been taking digitally are vastly inferior to film shots.

Maybe instead of buying myself a better flash/nicer prime lens to replace the mini-zoom (training wheel lens) that came with the camera, I should spend $$ on a photo class and actually learn how to move beyond mediocre.

Regardless, I love this girl and her broken glass (first of two, maybe three, that fell victim to the high spirits of last night.)

On the nature of septembers

I rewatched my czech film last night, and found it sorely lacking in several areas in which I was once quite proud of it.
You can be the judge, it's on vimeo:



By Your Side from Caitlin Mae Burke on Vimeo.

(also, it bothers me a little bit that I can't select the preview image.)

This film is not nearly as tight as I thought it was two years ago. The storytelling is far too concise, the writing seems limited. It's too brief. But I think Chris did a GREAT job making it beautiful... and I could easily use it on an editing/art design reel.

I am starting to realize certain unglamourous things about my behavior in prague... None of these are disheartening, but they certainly color the memories. In short, I was a ridiculously irresponsible drinker, lived way too hard, gained an absurd air of entitlement, and was generally unbearable to some of my classmates and professors. But SOMEHOW, I managed to hook hannahschorr and samryan, and they're still around, only having known the violent, slightly unhinged caitlin that I presented for those five months in that country.

Have I mellowed over the past two years, or do I simply feel less justified in raving bitchery? Can I look at my creative output from that time and be as impressed with myself as I was when I had just returned?

I think it matters little. I was pleased with myself then, and currently can actually see quite an improvement: both artistically and interpersonally.