On Christmas day I decided to partake in a project entitled 365 Days. The idea is to take a self portrait each day for a year. I'm using this project to help improve my photographic skills as well as basically just trying to document a visual year of my life. Hope you enjoy.
I’m well beyond that stage of thinking I’m hideous btw. I’m happy with myself and accept things and my life as they are and I’ve been made a stronger person because of it.
Back to my 365 photos one per day project.
I’m trying to find my style. Not sure what it is so I figure I’ll play around with things until I get it.
I have to admit I’m having a tough time sleeping tonight. Wide awake for no reason.
2/365
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I clench my jaw and grind my teeth when I’m stressed. Mainly it happens when I’m asleep, when my subconscious gets to take over and I’m not in complete control of my emotions. It’s a little habit I picked up a few years back when I went through a breakup. The dentist said it was so bad he was afraid I’d continue to grind my teeth and prescribed a mouth guard which I never used. I eventually got past that experience and so far so good… until now.
The man I was seeing, my partner in crime, left for his home country and though we’ve gotten to say goodbye more than once now, this time it was final – so to speak. There will be no more Monday – Tuesday hang outs. No more random hey let’s do something now calls. No more playing in the ocean. No more other things. It’s true we will get to see one another again, sooner rather than later. I’ve flown all over, though I’ve not really spoken about it here much, for a weekend, a day, a week, a month just because, so in my mind I do know we will see each other soon but still. Going from every week to where ever the wind takes us is a little bit depressing.
I think it’s taken a little time for this new change to settle within me. I was fine earlier but today I woke up feeling drained and achy jaw/teeth, the effects of clenching too tightly. Stressed. Sad. Longing for his touch.
This past Sunday we went out to see Van Hunt, it was okay, but the magic was there because I was with him. We drank wine and listened to the musician. People watched. Watched people watching us. Reflected. And finally made our way to the dance floor where he threw his arm around my waist and lifted me up while turning me around. I bent my legs up while holding on tightly around his neck and I was in heaven. My lovely man.
A good memory, one of many, to end this chapter but hopefully not the book.
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I was a little surprised that my companion knew the words to our national anthem but as we walked down the pathway while trying to get to our assigned seats, he began to belt out the words and grinned when I glanced at him with a puzzled and amused look. How very kool. Most Americans don’t know our National Anthem and to hear it from someone who is not from here, was actually very beautiful. I was extremely impressed.
We had made our way to The Hollywood Bowl this evening because I had seen an ad that an abridged production of Les Miserables was to be performed by The LA Orchestra and a Cast of nicely seasoned performers. Musicals are my weakness. Especially Les Miserables, so I was all ready there as far as I was concerned. I hadn’t thought he would want to go, so I had sought out a ticket for myself but when I spoke of it to him in the morning he seemed eager and ready to go, so we did.
I remember the opening music, how both our hearts seemed to skip a beat when the characters began to belt out their songs. I was so incredibly happy to be there at that moment in time, it felt magical. I remember being poured the first glass, one of many, of the first of two bottles of wine we had purchased. I remember the ending of the performance and how everyone gave a standing ovation. I even remember seeing hoards of people waiting outside of the stage door to get autographs or what have you from their favorite performer or/and musician.
And that’s about it.
Let’s just say wine and an empty stomach do not usually mix. But fortunately, good music and good company do.
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Good night. Great performance. I was hesitant to go ahead since I had had insane back spasms earlier that day and had even called a girl for backup. But it seemed to calm down a little so I decided to go for it and hoped that it would remain that way for the rest of the evening.
We did a free style show for my friend’s private party, second year in a row and it gets bigger each year. The audience loved it. We loved it. It was a great show save for me personally the small mistake I made by breathing in fire for a split second. – When you’re dealing with eating fire, you are NEVER supposed to breathe in, always either out or no breath. – Second times in two years of fire eating! Second time within a month. Not sure what’s up with that. Luckily, I stopped my breath before anything went down my throat (unlike last time which had me taking charcoal pills, drinking water and spitting up bits of black sud? the next day). The first time it frightened me, this time I was just angry that I made the mistake again.
Aside from that, we did a great show and that’s all that counts.
I met an amazing soul last week by chance. A beautiful green eyed man from Australia whose aura knocked me off my feet. I wasn’t really thinking that the date would lead to much, dinner and conversation would be nice and I was happy to meet someone new, but as it turned out, we clicked in such a incredible way we decided to head up to Joshua Tree the following week.
Above is a photo I took while on our little adventure to the park.
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I am back in the States right now suffering from a severe case of jet lag AND still a bit of the flu that I managed to catch and not rid myself of while in Spain. Because of it, and the fact that I had to come back to LA, I decided to lay low thus I’ve not had much to write about of any interest.
