Late Night Ramblings of a Bored and Lonely Girl

I was going to write about my love life, or lack there of, but decided to write about the project I am working on with a photographer friend of mine, Robb Quinn.

We recently went to Madison to document the protests at the Capitol, and ended up making a project out of it. We conducted some interviews, recorded audio of the rallying and photographed everything we could.

We put together a short, preview version of what we recorded, and are meeting this week to make the longer, more in depth video. I'm really happy with everything we got, and the whole experience made clearer my career goals. The only thing missing from my night at the Capitol was a paycheck...

While working on the preview video, we discussed turning what we did in Madison into a regular thing. We'd go to different events or places and interview people about current issues and events, or things we find interesting. Add photos to that and we have our own little news type segment.

If we work hard enough at this, I think it could really go somewhere, and it would look fantastic on my resume. :)

I figure, as long as I have a stimulating career, I won't worry about my dull love life - or at least it'll take the edge off.

The only thing that worries me is finding a stable job that pays. I don't really care what it is - I'd be the garbage man if it gave me the time and expendable cash to continue down my career path.

It's just with everything thats happened in the last month, I feel a little incompetent. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason and that things have to pick up eventually but I don't know how much longer I can say that. It's March already and that means spring is fast approaching. Summer follows spring and by the end of summer, I hope to be able to make my move to Chicago, which seems like the promised land in this state.

Here's the link to the preview video - remember the extended version is coming - hope you enjoy and feel free to leave any feedback! It's always greatly appreciated :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruKONUH0j3M

Chalky Lemonade

Just a thought...

I've been thinking a lot about the person I'm going to be when I "grow up" and wondering if I'll ever not be single. If I'll ever be more than the girl you've had like two conversations with, or the girl you saw grabbing coffee with friends an occasion or two.

I want to be. It's not my number one priority, but I'd be lovely to have someone in my life.

A someone who, when we're together, I am reminded of an Andrew Bird album. The beautifully strung together melodies and instruments resembling the feeling of what it feels like to be us.

Make any sense? Maybe not, but if you were inside my head you would understand perfectly.

I'm still hoping that the idea of something like that isn't completely impossible.

In other news, I may be heading out to Madison tomorrow (Wisconsin) to document the rallying happening as we speak. It's been like a week and I still haven't gotten out there. It's definitely something that would both be an awesome experience (to document and to fight for union rights) and look amazing in my portfolio! :)

Until next time!

Will My Mystery Caller Please Stand Up?

I woke up this morning to a missed call received at 7:41a.m. from who else but a blocked caller. This is the third time a mystery caller has dialed me blocked. The first time, they hung up as soon as I answered, at 2:00a.m. and the second time they called an hour later and just breathed into the phone obnoxiously for over a minute. I am lead to believe that whoever it was is someone who has access to my facebook wall. After the first call, I posted a status saying whoever called could have at least said hello, to which my friend Taylor commented "I'm going to call and just breathe creepily into the phone" Roughly half an hour later, that mysterious caller dialed me and did exactly that. Was it Taylor? Nope. I asked her as soon as I got off the phone.

Three weeks later, I am receiving yet another blocked call. They don't leave me a voicemail, so is it someone important, or is it the same creeper from the first two calls?

My curiosity has been sparked. If my mystery caller follows my blog, as well as my facebook page, mind leaving me a voicemail next time? Or you could just say hello.

Wonder who it could be...

Shitty Poetry, Hidden Messages, Still waiting for a Breakthrough

Out of my thoughts

And into the frying pan

To try and unscramble

The jumbles of words

That so describe the way I feel.

You are beautiful

And I would do anything

To make you believe

Would say everything

She never did.

Burn

She walks into the room

Cool, Calm, Collected,

Takes a seat across from me,

And just like a sickness

I’m infected,

Finding it hard to breathe.

She’s

Not even noticing

The way I watch the way she moves

Or the careful distance that I keep.

She doesn’t know the way I feel,

Doesn’t know she’s what I need.

Oh, I’d tell her if I could -

That it’s her kiss I crave

But in the end

I’m too afraid

She just won’t feel the same.

Careless

Your eyes said it all

Everything I wanted to hear

But knew it wasn’t true.

And I saw the way you looked at her

Saw the way you touched her arm.

I saw the way I wish it’d be

With me and your careless charm.

I searched your face almost desperately

For the slightest hint

Of something more

But all I found were secrets

I don’t know the answers for.

And if your eyes somehow stumble

Upon these ill written words

You might look again

And find what you’ve been searching for.

Love Is On Her Lips

The following is the second poem I've written in what feels like forever. My opinion is that it could be a lot better, but after struggling with writers block for nearly two years, I feel this is a decent start.

Love is on her lips

And I cannot reply.

It’s difficult and cruel

But I simply cannot lie -

To her or to her lips

Her kisses or her hugs,

But most of all I cannot lie

To those eyes which are screaming -

Love

In all its forms and all its meaning,

All the things I cannot grasp.

I’d tell her that I love her

But I can’t forget my past.

Copyright 2010 - Tamara Keith