I have officially completed my story! This morning, my character experienced a complete transformation on the steps of a Bronx apartment building. She projected her thoughts via successive tweets (all within the course of 3 hours) as the pressure of her new life began to sink in.
Overall, I am very happy with the way my project turned out. I loved using the descriptive aspect of the Facebook profile in conjunction with the short and sweet tweets. Patricia Lebow came to life within the last few weeks, so much so that a few people asked me if I knew her in real life! By using a real Flickr account (courtesy of Lauren Piper), I was able to create a believable visual component to my character as well. She had a face and a life that could have existed outside of fiction.
Graham riding shotgun, the music bumpin'. On our way to the Phillies game. It was a rare guys night out and we were making the most out of it. I noticed someone was trying to merge over in front of us. Usually I would speed up, but coincidentally this car was filled with three teenage girls. They waved that wave that girls do when they know they're pretty and they're trying to coarse the unexpecting guy into doing their bidding. I let them over and drove behind them for a few minutes. Then, I got over to pass them because this lane was moving particularly slow. After realizing the other lane wasn't much better, I decided to get back over, this time in front of them. In attempts to not let such a perfect opportunity slip away, graham climbs out the passenger side window and used his fingers to send them his number so we could meet up with them at the stadium, but as soon as we drove off, we realized graham doesn't have texting.
Yesterday morning, I missed my chance at getting a pizza bagel.
There are always precious few. I walked past the breakfast line and they were not yet ready. I left. When I returned, I was too late-- they were all gone.
I was very sad. I thought that I would have to wait an unfathomable amount of time, days, maybe, to eat another pizza bagel.
But, hey, what do you know, they had pizza bagels for breakfast this morning too. It was a sign from the universe that I am cared for.
I was sure that there would be enough for me, but I budged in front of the long line for good measure.
"She know me like a book, its too easy to read my ass. Unhappy stressed, yelling don’t mislead my ass. I mean I make it so easy don’t please my ass. If the shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass, its true that, true that."
HaRaJuKu FuN mAdDnEsS...Thats a fun title right? Well a really fun game needs a really fun title. A game? yep...A game. But not just any game...one of the funnest i've ever played! No? ok let me break it down for you. They, whoever they may be, slip players, us, coded messages that we have to decode and use to track down clues that lead to more coded messages and more clues. Imagine the best afternoon you've ever spent prowling the streets of a city, checking out all the weird people, funny hand bills, streetmaniacs, and funky shops. Now add a scavenger hunt to that, one that requires you to research crazy old films and songs and teen culture from around the world and across time and space. thatsss harajuku fun madness. Weird right? well its fun once you give it a fry.
Everyone in my family says my little cousin looks like a 4 year old Matthew McConaughe. I find it amusing they all think so. Mickey is quiet adorable though and everyone loves him.I would place a photo here now but seems my camera is refusing to work. You will just have to take my family's word that Mickey looks like Matthew McConaughe.
