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My local route - a 70 minute slog through the tubeless half of North London, hoovering up the residents of Tottenham, Edmonton and beyond as it goes, through traffic-choked shopping streets and past sprawling estates and tightly packed terraces of London's overlooked (borrowing from the cliched zone-1 centric mantra of 'if there's no tube, there's no way'). Dirty, unreliable and often overcrowded, but without a doubt it easily justifies it's existence.
Seemingly out of nowhere, without the usual TfL propaganda, the will and resources have finally been found to make it run more frequently from the end of the month, with a more robust timetable. That undoes the reduction made a few years ago to 'match' it to the 259 in an ill-thought route rejig that turned the service on both routes into a crock of sh*t in the process. The population north of Ponders End, having seen cutback after cutback since 2000, should finally get a level of service approaching what it was five years ago, and I might be able to get one more often - a popular move was to turn southbound buses short at Tottenham Swan if they were late, leaving the 259 on it's own to struggle on with the extra loads further south.
Looking at this photo again, it turns out that one of the passengers is, er, my father. A cookie to the person who clocks him.
So Its not often that I feel the need to rant but I am soo annoyed the last couple of days and it all comes down to TOTAL NOOBS NOT SEARCHING
WHY IS IT SOOOO HARD TO SEARCH I am not just talking about TIB here either but just in general people asking the SAME F'ING questions OVER AND OVER AND OVER and starting a new Post/Thread about it GAHHHH
I just could take the newbs NO longer tonight so I felt compelled to rant. I Feel better now, thank you!
it became a prop because i shot the last of the film today.
this afternoon my attempt to shoot was pretty much a bust. i wanted to go to a local wildlife refuge and ended up getting lost and couldn't find it. then i went to a park right by my house and right when i found a yellowing tree that i loved, two ladies and two little kids came over and started a photo shoot with the little kids. it wouldn't have bothered me so much had they not barged in and basically kicked me out of a spot that i was shooting at first without so much as word to me.
the lady taking pictures of the kids was an absolute wreck. her tripod was falling over every two minutes and she brought a light diffuser and knocked that over at least ten times. she looked like she had no idea what she was doing.
lately i've been bothered by the fact that anybody with an slr thinks they're a professional photographer. i do not, by any means, think this about myself, and i also don't go around trying to tell people i am. a girl who graduated from my high school now has a photography "business". she has absolutely no formal training and posts all of her shoots to facebook. all of the shots are edited horribly and i just find the whole thing laughable.
how can you really appreciate photography without learning all the technicalities? even my high school level digital photo class has taught me way more than i probably ever would have bothered to learn and definitely made me realize that skill is as important as equipment.
i guess i'm just in a bad mood right now, but i do like the way this picture turned out.
I have heard too much on the news and such about this Apple iPhone to really
care. If you look at any tech blogs in the past month, there's posts after
posts on iPhone. It is almost like the Macheads are expecting the Second
Coming (of Jobs?). Only if people care as much about hunger, poverty, peace
and personal salvation! What's more is that there's nearly zero negative
press or comment about this device. I can't believe it!!!
People on YouTube are so mean to me sometimes. I don't even know why. This is the latest awful comment I got:
"ure a great singer... but just lose some weight and u could be a star!"
Like... Jesus. It doesn't bother me that she thinks I'm fat, because I don't really care how people perceive me physically. What bothers me is that she thinks she's justified in saying that. She thinks I'm going to be like, "Gee, thanks! That's so sweet of you! And I'll work on the weight thing."
Just a few short years ago, seeing that comment would have sent me flying into a frenzy of attempted weight loss and mindless depression. Now, I'm more sure of myself, and I know that external criticism doesn't mean a damn thing.
Even still, it bothers me that we live in a world where this is acceptable.
Unknown explorers,
Faceless photographers,
Dancing through decay
and acting as philosophers.
Molding morals to fit our desires,
Hopping fences and getting even higher,
Risking it all, and only to admire,
the unseen, the unknown, what was lost in the fire.
We hide from curious cops at times,
They can't figure out why we've committed these crimes,
Hacking into places, the dangerous kinds,
Full of asbestos, fall hazards and grime.
To that I say "Hey! Have you seen this before?
Well neither have I, and I want to see more!
And share with the world, what's beyond their front door!"
And that, my friends, is why we explore.
This picture is my environmental rant of the day - if you're going to smoke, please don't flick your butt on the ground where it spoils my view and the local wildlife has to contend with it as well.
Haven't uploaded a self-portrait in a while which means that I haven't written an entry or rant of my day in a while. I gave up my 365 after wrestling season kicked into gear, taking up all my energy and time although that's a lame excuse. I'm just lazy, it figures that I couldn't keep it up.
Today all I've done is taken way to many pain medications of various kinds (for my foot, more on that later), and have been eating non-stop (which will fuck me over for wrestling). I should be at a meet but I called in sick and am screwing over my team and myself while I type, probably, which makes me feel guilty. I've never lied to miss school or a game in my life.
I've been taking much less photos lately which is kind of sad, besides rare occasions like the time I took some pictures of Finn (next picture) and went to Starbucks. Other wise it was a week or two of nothing. I also have to use the holga and take 10 pictures of one subject, and take a picture of each number and letter of the alphabet as another photo class project. I've submitted some pictures to contests and hope I do well.
Christmas is coming up and I'm less excited for the holiday than the break from school and wrestling. I'm broke and never have more than a few singles so I think my gifts are mainly going to be photos I've taken that people might appreciate. Or other things where it's "the thought that counts".
Wrestling has been fun but really stressful for a couple reasons. It's hard and tiring and goes until late every night (around 6:30 I get home everyday and that's just for practices). I'm in a weight class that is easier to wrestle in (I need all the help I can get, first year and I suck), but hard to keep my weight down to. I missed my weight (112) by .5 pounds the first meet, made it the second time (for a tournament), and made it the third time after losing all water weight during the day. As a result of that I was dehydrated and had no energy, meaning I lost my match, and walked out into the hallway of my school and threw up. Then I wrestled again, a fourth year wresting senior (though she was a girl she was really good) and got destroyed. I also missed a meet today cause I was going to miss my weight cause I can't help what I eat and I hate having to work so hard just to lose water weight and make myself have no energy and tired. I can't manage my weight, and it's really making this sport a bitch. I also nearly sprained my ankle during the meet on wednesday, and I think fractured a bone in my foot (if I fractured it it's the fifth metatarsal in my right foot) so that sucks as well.
It's one week till my winter break starts and all my work happens to be coming in this week, for obvious reasons. I'm not doing as well as I thought and much to my dismay I'll have to bust my ass to get on honor roll (something I can easily do). The class I need to do the best in the teacher doesn't like me I believe (always late to her class, don't focus in class, etc), and I need to get on her good side before the semester ends. Her class is 200 minutes a week of her talking and powerpoint presentations though, pretty much a waste of my life. I suck ass at spanish and though I'm going to Sevilla, Spain over the summer (!!! I'm so pumped), if I don't do any better in spanish I'm probably not going to be able to go. I have to finish writing a short story, finish a project, have three tests, and more all within the first three days of next week. I did really well on my PSAT's without any preparation which is nice, though I'm only a sophomore so they don't matter but it's nice to know I did well. Much to my surprise I did better on math than critical reading and writing (grammar and stuff), the polar opposite of in 6th and 7th grade standardized tests, but I think it's because I haven't read a 10th as much as I used to lately.
I also always find myself in trouble for stupid things in school, including one big thing where I'm not even allowed to tell anyone without getting in more trouble. Luckily I've only had detentions (4 already, along with 3 days of losing my frees, meaning 8 periods of study halls) and no suspensions or anything. Yet. My parents put so much into having me in the school I am in now and I can't seem to appreciate it or work for what they give me. It's a huge financial burden and I can't help myself. I now know I have potential but I lack the self-motivation, self-discipline, and self-desire to do anything much about it.
I have a lot more to deal with than I ever thought I did and as I figured and hoped for, no one can tell. A lot involves my family, the economy as a whole, my laziness, friends, other people's parents, wrestling, and more. I deal with things well and am an optimist, but these past few days I've been thinking about these and mainly due to my pain on wednesday from wrestling I've let it affect me much more than I ever have. It's still not visible but I think I have less energy than before, less craziness and activity like I had before, and am just a bit down.
I realized I'm an optimist and generally always happy or seem that way, especially in contrast to some people I know. I have reason for it though, nothing matters that much (although it will start to soon), and I glaze over the bad to focus on the good and bright sides. I have someone (and friends) who doesn't fail at making me happy and although it's rough with the situation we both have to deal with I enjoy it and love it a lot. I can't realistically and truthfully say I couldn't ask for more, because it could get better and easier, but I'm happy and content with what I have.
I don't feel comfortable explaining or saying the specific things that have been less than favorable to say the least so openly, but I would elaborate freely if anyone asked.
This was a bit much, I guess, but to conclude I'm happy and will be happy but at the moment I feel like the flame inside me is wavering or getting weaker.
These words make me seem sadder and more frail than I actually am, don't worry. As I've been saying a lot lately; "it's all good!"
WARNING: The following rant may contain some scary moments not suitable for microwaves under the age of 3. If you would like to make a call, please hang out and try again. Viewer discretion is advisided.
~dont forget to fave this if you like my imagination :)
thinking and planning i examine my escape route from the big city redoubt
doubting my ability but testing my agility to withdraw from society
i have no answers the coercion buy diversion from the cancer in our system
because i march in an army armed with gasoline we drive buy shopping we fuel the big machine of
consumer hypocrisy we all fall debt on the plains of corporate strategy
consumption by the masses derision by the classless it ain’t no oddity selling nature as commodity
is reducing us to ashes
the one percent rules our government their faceless i need to put my fist in
greed has killed the kitty and science brought her back trademarked her genome for keys to the
kingdome
speculators manipulate producers capitulate i smell disaster the market is our master
knowledge once for free now enslaved endgamed reneged this is an outrage
but i’m clowning you see i’m drowning lost at sea no mercy no time for contemplation
tsunamis of technology spewing useless information i can’t keep up i must unplug
my time is bent my mind is spent online content surfing the blue wave flooding my cave
i see i am blind blinded to reality kneeling at celebrity sneering at diversity and supporting idiocracy
i can’t sea the forest through the gyre of rotting plastic my lungs breathe air that makes my soul
spastic
my mind is racing no longer facing hating the faking why are the wasted spaces devoured by multi-
tasking questioning a system its imperfection spreads infection limiting selection of common wisdom
and connection
degrowth designed declined demobilised demolitioned and decommissioned delighted by simplicity
shaken by conspiracy my ferocity becomes philosophy for my spirituality
i look for escape my time is getting late over the wire a tunnel through the fire a bow at the end of rain
it’s time for reacting a timely matter of facting the time for relaxing comes after escape hatching
This is a rant, so beware.
I remember when she first came out. The brown haired girl who loved band tees and converse. She was my idol. I loved her more than I loved Miley, which at the time was a big deal.
And then she changed. I had no problem with it. I always thought black hair looked great on her. It suited her well. But it seems like once she and Selena stopped being friends, she became...fake.
She hung out with people like Jeffree Star, she wore eyeliner/shadow so heavily caked on her face that she resembled a raccoon. This was the time that I stopped liking Demi Lovato.
She's the definition of people at my school that I wouldn't be friends with. I know, I know, as girls it's our nature to talk about people. But she doesn't have to tweet it for everyone to see, y'know?
Do I think she's a good actress? No. Do I think she's the "Disney Rebel?" No. Do I like her? No. She seems bitchy and before you protest, that's not badass or cool or make you love her more. Because at your school, do you like being around bitchy, fake people? I didn't think so.
A lot of people think I'm jealous and that's why I don't like her. If you don't like Hitler are you jealous of him? If you don't like the smell of poop, are you jealous of it? No.
I don't like her because she seems like exact type of person I would steer clear of at school. The bitchy one that thinks she can get away with everything because she's "hard."
I still think that she can be gorgeous at certain times. I still think she's a great singer and I like her music (Don't Forget > Here We Go Again, though). I just don't like her personality. Get over it and stop acting like I'm a bad person for it.
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This is a flickr rant, I don't normally do it but fuck why not?
Everyone hates me anyways.
I'm guilty of some of these things, and being in this situation really put my attitude in perspective.
Firstly, Flickr acts as a gateway for people to resort back to highschool.
Just because you hate somebody doesn't mean that your friends shouldn't be allowed to associate themselves with them. Everyone joins a hateclub because someone did one thing to someone else.
Maybe your friends should decide a judge of a character for themselves.
People don't get along, it's just a way of life, but that doesn't give the justification of letting people hate others just because one person doesn't get along with someone.
Secondly, if you dislike someone, doesn't mean you can never be friends with them. Most friendships prosper after getting over a hurdle of the past. Forgetting and forgiving is key. Mostly on the internet, what may seem like years, can be as little as months. Being an adult and talking things out with the people that you may dislike may fix more then you can imagine, sometimes it doesn't. But might as well try, since you know that you did the right thing at least.
Thirdly, the trash talk is what keeps a lot of people down. When someone is in a fight with another party, the gossip spreads like wildfire. Everyone does it, hell I do it myself sometimes. It's all in the heat of the moment, when you look back and reflect on the past you realize what you say was because of the situation. Best way to go about this, is to just keep your words to youself. Trashtalking is inevitable, but not spreading it to everyone else and their mother shows character.
Fourthly, dropping a friendship over one situation is foolish. You say you're best friends with someone, then you guys butt heads and have a complete falling out. If you really care about the other person, talk the shit out. A small disagreement shouldn't be grounds of unfriending someone, obviously they don't care about you if you are willing to drop them that easily. "The grass isn't always greener on the other side, it's green where you water it" - As long as you love me - By Justin Beiber ft. lil sean.
Fifthly, if you have a problem on flickr with someone, and you haven't yet told them about it, don't sit there and openly talk about it in comments, a post, etc. If you have a problem try to talk it over with them directly instead of making a rash decision on ending everything via flickr comments. Come on, everyone can read it and it only looks bad on your part.
These are my two best friends, Courtney and Shane.
Courtney we have arguments and butt heads sometimes, but I still love you to death. No one is going to agree over everything, and knowing that we've been through it all really sustains that you are a lifetime friend. You are not an accessory, you are my best friend. Hell if you even were an accessory, you'd be the hottest accessory out there. While some people like to assume what I really think about you, only I can tell you how I really feel. I fucking love you.
Courtney is always there for me, I was always down on myself no matter what was said.
Even with all of Courtney's effort I still was always unhappy.
Shane until you came along I couldn't really fill that happiness in. I've been happier then I've been in over a year, and my happiness is going to see past all the shit people throw at you for your past. I feel like I can't connect with people often and I grow distant and just let them go, but with you the connection is there. And I want to have that forever.
TLDR; flickr fights are redic. And no one's drama is going to get in the way of my happiness.
I'm bringin' Flickr back.. Instagram is overrun with self promotion. Get in check people. One of the most best aspects of graffiti is the mystery of who does it. You know you've all met a writer or two that you really admired... til you met 'em.
Anyway.. Flickr has better picture quality. So--please enjoy the updates of QUALITY graffiti.
I took this photo while having lunch waiting for my Air Canada flight to Calgary to connect with another Air Canada flight to London Heathrow on December 11. I arrived plenty early just as suggested in case the check in and security line is busy. This gave me lots of time for a leisurely lunch and lots of people watching. As the time approached for boarding everything seemed fine and was I anxious to get on with my trip and see my son and his family. All passengers boarded the aircraft that was as hot as a sauna inside on time and we’re ready to go. No and announcement from the pilot that our take off will have a short delay, we are waiting for a ground crew to push us back from the gate. It’s taking longer than anticipated and the crew cannot get the temperature under control so they will open the back doors to try and get a cross draft and cool the plane off a bit. Time passes and our revised take off time passes. Passengers begin to worry as many of us have a tight time line to catch our connecting flights. Original landing time in Calgary arrives and here comes the ground crew to load our luggage – what the luggage isn’t even loaded. Another announcement from the pilot – out takeoff will be delayed even further as Air Canada is short baggage handlers and ground crew so as soon as they load the luggage they will have a crew push us back and we will go through the de-icer and depart by 5:00PM (this is a 4:00 PM flight). Well that really shortens our tight connecting times even more but we should be able to do it as it is only a 35 minute flight and they know half the passengers on the plane have 6 PM flights to catch, surely they will hold our flights for us. As we go through the de-icing procedure the pilot comes on again to say that the Calgary tower has delayed our take off till 5:15 for ease in landing. There goes my hope for catching the connecting flight on to Heathrow. We arrive in Calgary and the vast majority of the passengers are sent to customer service to find out what our next course of action is. Myself and one other passenger heading to London and were told that we could fly to Toronto later that evening and they would put us up in a hotel there and fly us to Heathrow getting us there the next evening better than nothing but not ideal so I asked if they could put us on either a British Airways or Lufthansa flight leaving Calgary that evening as they are Air Canada Star Alliance partners. The customer service agent was very accommodating and said she would give them a call but there were no guarantees. We lucked out and they got us on the flight getting us to Heathrow 3 hours later than we were originally to arrive. The row of seats I was in had no entertainment system or overhead lights so it was a very non entertaining 9 hour flight but I did get to London and at my son’s home in time to pick up the girls from school. December 30 arrives and it’s time to come home and discover it is completely full flight and I have no choice of seating. I am lucky to have my seat changed from the very last row middle seat to an aisle seat. I am seated in an emergency exit row, yay leg run but its right beside the toilet oh well I can handle that how bad can it be. My nose is plugged from a cold so I can’t smell anything anyway. I feel a cold draft blowing on me from somewhere and look for the vent to turn it off. There are no vents in this row so the attendant offers to find me another blanket – 4 hours of freezing and several reminders later I feel like a Popsicle she arrives with another blanket for me. Half an hour into the flight an announcement is made “Reminder to passengers please do not try to flush diapers down the toilet use the trash receptacles provided – we are down on toilet.” No not the one in front of me, the one on the opposite side of the plane, so for 9 hours I have a constant stream of people bumping and nudging me and my seat on their way to the bathroom. Again the time lines for the connecting flight from Calgary are very tight and I watch the arrivals time thinking I’m going to miss my flight to Edmonton if Customs and Immigration are busy but the attendants assures me I have nothing to worry about. 3 other international flights arrive at customs at the same as ours. My luggage takes it time coming out, I rush it through to the connecting conveyor belt and rush to find my next gate with no instruction as to where it is. I go to the ticket agent and she looks at my boarding pass and says I could make and she will take me to where I have to go and take me to the front of the security line. (Why you have to pass security again is crazy, why they can’t have a way for passengers with connecting flights to go straight to the correct gate). I get to the gate only to be told that my flight is gone and that I am not the only one that has missed it but the first to arrive at the gate. They can put my on standby for the next flight an hour later but chances are I won’t get on it but there is lots of room on the one 2 hours later (5:30pm). I ask about my luggage and am guaranteed that it will be on the plane I am getting on whichever on it is. I opt for that one as it is guaranteed and I can let my son know when to pick me up. It was a 5:30 departure time arriving in Edmonton about 6:00 and guess what the flight is delayed and doesn’t leave till almost 6:30 arriving in Edmonton shortly after 7. Myself and the other passengers who missed the connection from Heathrow are waiting at the baggage carousel for our luggage as all other passengers collect theirs and leave, none of our arrives and off to baggage services we go only to find out all of our luggage is still in Calgary and should be delivered to us tomorrow. What a great trip it was, oh I forgot to say I got sick 3 days after arriving in London and have come home still not feeling 100%. All was not lost on it though as I got to spend lots of time with my son, daughter-in-law and many hours playing with my granddaughters which was the main reason for the trip so it really was a GREAT trip but definitively no thanks to Air Canada for that. Up until this trip I had never had a problem with them and honestly did not know why everyone else disliked the airline so. NOW I KNOW.
I’m back home now missing them all so very much but looking forward to wonderful New Year with hopefully many new ventures and adventures.
Ok ive ranted about everything...mostly:D
But heres something I feel strongly about AGAIN.
Liam Hemsworth seems like a truely genuine guy, who makes Miley happy. I am sick and tired of people ragging on him. He doesnt deserve your hate. You dont know him. "Hes all wrong for her", who are you to say that. You dont know her or him. I myself am a Niley fan and I find myself totally in love with this couple. There cute together. I love it. Id rather have Miley with Liam if she couldnt be with Nick. He doesnt need to get bashed for being with a girl. Get over yourselves and love what makes Miley happy.
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I never posted this? A HERD OF DEER, IN MY NJ HOME BACKYARD. We counted 10. They're not even scared of us :/ My boss does hunting and he's incredibly jealous of my abundance of deer. My mom is not so thrilled because they chowed all the trees below shoulder-height.
Anyways now that I found something new to post (aha!) THERE'S A TON OF WANT RECENTLY it's really very bad. D: I barely resisted Switch's Haji.R, and now there's a tan Sohwa!? DDDD: I've been eyeing a tan SD17-sized boy for a while and haven't came across anything I really like so far, but this is gonna be difficult...the fact that he's SWITCH is difficult too (because I fail at Switch faceup) but I like the look of their brown skin so much. ;____; I'm gonna think about this until next week...
And I'm not even gonna comment on VolksUSA's one-off lottery. *facepalms* There's like, fairyland-level stuff going on what-am-I-looking-at!!?-all-these-dolls-blind-me-with-their-prettiness-@_@. All I can say is EVERYONE, GO PUT YOUR VOTES IN because if one person can only win one doll, that means all the other entries just decrease the probability in the pool. >:D What a great activity! Also that Kohya is so tempting, probably the prettiest Kohya I've ever seen...but what can I possibly do with a SD16 girl? >_> Oh man...
My crew is going past the 20 (full-bodied) mark. I want to house-clean but it's so damn hard. ;___; I might make Frances give up her Ariadoll body and share with another girl, or I can chuck Yantsui's useless F60 body...but then he wouldn't be as bendy. :/ And I want him to be bendy. Life is so difficult. D: (/summary of my useless Friday ponderings)
Never seen anyone use this bench at the parking lot near the commuter station in Tungelsta. And the architect also figured it would be best with an armrest so that no one would ever try to get a few minutes of rest here.
*rant*
put these girls up on the bay!!
& the bidding went up & up :D
Yay!
Lots of bidders! Lots of watchers! Lots of views!
Wow!
& then the winning bidder! never paid :(
what? I'm so naïve! I'm still blown away by people who do---what I would never think of doing in a million trillion :)
Why? oh!...why ask why?!?!
*rant over*