Art of an Artist

A friend of mine that I went to high school with and am now in college with (in the same sorority might I add) is majoring in art and is extremely talented. Last year she took a photography class and convinced me to be her subject for a few projects. So I cashed in my favor on one of my recent phojo projects and had her pose for me with some of her art. First of all- her art is incredible. Second of all- these pics turned out pretty cool.

Potty Training

Everyone has those couple of bathrooms that you use all the time whether they're at home, work or in my case school. So this is a post dedicated to my favorite bathrooms.

As some of y'all might know, I'm a journalism major and a religion major. So where do I spend my time? In the journalism and religion buildings. Luckily they aren't far from each other.

Let's begin with first floor journalism, site of the photojournalism lab. The bathroom is minuscule. It has two stalls which everyone beelines for after our 2 hour long class and makes for a lot of awkward waiting-in-line-to-pee conversation with people that you kinda know from class but really have nothing to say to.

Then, fifth floor journalism. There are plenty of stalls and no awkward conversation but I'm a creature of habit so I always use the same stall. Every single time I've been in there this stall has been open. Every other stall will be taken except this one. Am I missing something? Apparently. But it's been a loving stall so far so I'm still loyal.

Then of course the religion building. As you might suspect there aren't many religion majors out there so we share a building with philosophy and Native American studies. Which aren't exactly in high demand either so we still have a tiny building. The bathroom is in the basement which is creepy to start with. Then when you walk in there is a strange half-wall which makes me think it was built for people to like change behind it or something. I would personally use a stall but variety is the spice of life. So I always think someone is going to be hiding behind it to pop out at me. Creepy point #2. There are little nooks and crannys when you get in there. Once a mop fell out of one of these nooks while I was washing my hands and I almost reemptied my bladder. All this in addition to the fact that the building must have been built on the 5th day of creation which adds a whole nother level of creepy oldness.

I knew you were all curious about this subject so...you're welcome.

Get Yo Chalk On

So yesterday was another day of epic rain in good ole' Athens so tailgating was not an option. Instead, the manfriend and I took advantage of a break in the downpour to express our emotions through the art of sidewalk chalk. Be amazed. And if you're wondering how I manage to look this good, just know that it's not easy.

Love is in the Air

So I forced my lovable and cutesy friends to pose for my latest photo project on a railroad track in Athens. The following is the result of said photoshoot. As you can tell, they hated every minute of it.

Obsession

So this is less of one of my blogs and more of a shout out. For those of you who don't rush to your computers on Sundays to see what's new, you need to discover PostSecret.

www.postsecret.com

Get obsessed.

Bone to Pick

I know. You're probably thinking, "Cindy? With a strong opinion about something? No way!" but it's true. I am my father's daughter after all (more like his sister's niece). So I've got a bone to pick.

On the wonderful campus of the University of Georgia there is, of course, the wonderful Sanford Stadium which is located on an even more wonderful Sanford Street. Between the journalism building and the student learning center is a chunk of that street that is one way.

Two way, did I say? Nope...one way.

All the cars go onnnnneeeee wayyyyyyy.

Now, there are drivers and there are pedestrians and there are bicyclists. Ahhhhh, the culprit. Bicyclists. They seem to have forgotten that they are supposed to follow the same rules as drivers. So what do you think that would mean on a one way road? Apparently not.

See, it doesn't bother me as much when they just go backwards down this one way street because we all break rules. I myself have been known for my jay walking tendencies. So I encourage you to live on the edge, take a chance.

BUT. The bikers who bother me are the vocal ones. I cannot tell you how many times I've witnessed a pedestrian look to the ONE side that cars should be coming from, start to walk across the crosswalk, get almost flattened by a bike, and then the kid on the bike yells something along the lines of, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!"

Which is when I want to yell, "IT'S A ONE WAY STREET, (enter choice words)!!"

So to all dear cyclists, follow the rules you're supposed to. And if you choose not to, then at least, know you're in the wrong when you swerve and crash cause someone walked in front of you.

Love you mean it,
The person who walks in front of you

Picke Bicke

I'm getting into my major classes which is good news cause I actually like what I'm learning. In one of my journalism classes we had to write a profile on a randomly-assigned classmate.

I got matched with a sophomore Asian guy from Peachtree City. The guy was actually pretty cool and he had no trouble telling me anything and everything that might help with my story.

A huge part of what he talked about was breaking the Asian stereotype throughout high school and trying not to be profiled. He said he was pretty lazy and didn't like anime.

He also played tennis after not making his high school team twice and he kept up with piano after his parents quit nagging him to play. So that was my hook. I talked about his dedication and said that, though he wants to break the "Asian stereotype" he is actually very proactive and committed to what he loves.

I didn't consider exactly what I had said (that he actually fits the stereotype that he tries so hard to break) until after I had turned it in. I still wasn't so worried about it cause at least he fits the good parts of the stereotype right?

So we get to read what the other person writes about us first thing in class today. What did he write about me? That I break stereotypes.

Neat.

What Not to Wear

So one of my favorite parts of middle school (and there are SO many) was when girls wore shirts with sayings like "My eyes are up here" and "I love my boyfriend" and "Take a picture it'll last longer." Here are some other shirts that you probably won't catch me in anytime soon: