Day one of two.

Day one of training.

I really have no idea how this is going to go. Designated smoke breaks, standing for eight hours. I mean I've had jobs, I have other jobs, but this one, is like, the kind of job I never got to have.

My mantra today will be: " Three more days until Wasgaga, Three more days until Wasaga....."

Box it up

So, this is my life currently:

I am moving, and packing is hard enough without the other mess.
I should have known "can we talk" is never a good thing.

I can't wait to get out of this apartment. There are way too many bad memories here. I love when things come full circle. Im not even being sarcastic.
I'm looking forward to starting over. Leaving the people and the feelings associated with this place and getting the hell outta here.

"I didn't think it would bother me, you being younger and all"






Box it up, get it out of my system, and leave it all behind.

Man i can't wait for Wasaga.

The Photo Post!

So kids, I took some rad photos last night with Darren. He dragged me out and we shared a tri pod, and went and found some neat places in the annex.
I bring you, The photo issue:








And then, there's the moving. Oh my. The moving is having a bad affect on my heart. I am forced to look and read these peices of my life that have been posted up on my wall. Sometimes it's happy, and sometimes it's very sad. Lets jsut say I'm not looking forward to taking down the wall in front of my computer. Which is why it's still currently up. I will put it off until the last minute.






Yes well, thus ends the photos. This coming week, much packing will be done and my life will get extremely hectic. School will then start, and my new job will start, and this means I'll have school, magazine job, and bookstore job. Basically condensing my life to nothing but work and a lack of social interaction. fuck.
Wish me luck.

Seriously haha

You're David Copperfield!

by Charles Dickens

Coming up from a childhood that felt abusive, you have risen through
hard work to gain a place of stature in your life. You've spent altogether too much time
in factories and end up misspelling a fair number of words. But in general you are seen
as a beacon of hope for others who might not be as fortunate. Lots of people keep
mistaking you for a magician and are waiting for you to disappear.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Megatron's evil twin. haha

I AM
72%
MEGATRONTake the Transformers Quiz

Seriously kids. Im dangerous.
haha.

I'm also evil.. Jer and I get along, this is why. haha

Next

Oh how I love a softer world.

PUBLISHED!

Man I wish I could scan you the pages in the magazine but I cant... security haha. But, STILL.

Jennifer Ann Rose Soutar, is Published.

I took some portraits for the magazine and today we got the first copies off the press. Im credited twice and I have my name in the front of the magazine a "Photo Intern"
SO EXCITED

I need celebration people!
Im going somewhere in my life!

Oh boy.
Words, and blogger cannot discribe how happy I am currently!

DRINKS ON ME!

Things that make me upset.

So, starting this off on a good note, I planted a tree today. It probably won't bloom until I move to my new house but, it's something to look forward to.
Lately I have been getting into helping the environment. I mean, I constantly forget to turn off lights, and I take long showers, but I will plant a tree for all the amount of carbon I use. Ill plant five if I have to. Or ten, I dont care.
I'm a photographer and aside from its convenience, the lack of chemicals and opportunity for heathier printing and natural inks and such makes me happy I bought a digital.

Anyhow, I want to adopt a cat from the Human Society and I have been seriously looking into it.
Cute?


I don't usually look at the dogs section but I did today, and it made me terribly sad. The fact that 90% of the dogs up for adoption are pit bull terrier or a mix of similar kind is ridiculous. These dogs are so adorable, and abandonning them will not make them any more open to love and adoration. Like human beings when we are abondonned or hurt, we hold those things inside of us. Unlike dogs however, we have everyday instints on how we are to act in public. These dogs can't turn off their reactions. So when they get pissed off and attack someone, its the dogs fault. Right? ugh. Owners. Take care of them.

Anyhow, I need to look for places to live.
Peace out. A town down.

Yeah so.

Lately I have been writing more. Not the kinds of blog things I write, but novella things. Not so much profound as interesting, but sometimes the little things make the best thoughts.

I was unemployed for a little while, which I didn't tell everyone because quite honestly, I was embarassed, and extremely upset about the whole ordeal. I have of recent though, gotten some work in the Fashion and Beauty section of the magazine which will be interesting. I never thought of myself as one to be surrounded by nice clothes and make up before (please tell me everyone laughed at this. its funny... really)

I also got a phone call from Chapters on Richmond about going in for an interview tomorrow, which should go well since I do read often, was there earlier today, and love starbucks ha.

In my writing I begun to go over the many things I have stored in a folder entitled "Writings". Now, this folder, if read, would most likely change the way most people think they know me. Its the kind of honesty that may be unforgivable at times. But it's all true.

The tamest writing, circa, who knows:

As he turned to me I knew he was aware of it all. All the aches and pains. Now, I never said he cared, but he knew. And this was all that mattered to me.
Gauging things from now on would be difficult. One miss step. The rabbit hole never ends.
And as the things you lost fly by in the peripheral, there won't be time for apologies.
Similar to those who experience their lives flashing before them in a moment of mortal panic, those who lose those they love, or love itself experience a flashing of moments. The difference lies in time. The given time-frame is not quick. It does not simply pass before your eyes, but slowly before you in a manner that invades your dreams, thoughts and every day conscious thought.
As the ceiling rewinds my past like projection on a screen I cannot help but ask if it's my fault?
As I turned to him, he knew. And I simply didn't care.