Today. Bizarre.

Today, I found myself in a thousand year old building with a giant statue of Jesus on the cross hanging from the ceiling. Wherever I was (I have no clue where), I was somehow sure that nobody I'd ever met had ever been within twenty miles of this place. To get there, my dad and I (this was one of those pity parent outings) had to drive along these narrow winding streets that I couldn't quite figure out. Then I listened to some medieval Jesus-praising hymns that I guess were the hippest thing around the time of the Protestant Reformation. And I was wondering, how the hell did I get here? And then I thought of everybody I know hanging out in the snow or drinking hot chocolate or whatever it is people do and thought about how far away I was. Upon imagining the big orange headphones I had brought along on Jesus' neck instead, I realized that I was a little out of place. Not to mention the youngest person there remembered when the hula hoop was invented.
This is not the first time I've been in situations like this. It's bizarre. And then somehow the narrow winding roads led us back onto the highway and we were passing the airport and billboards and I felt in the presence of normality again. This is the kind of thing that people usually can't relate to. You hear all the time, "Omg, I sometimes think I'm falling when I'm in bed, too!" But nobody understands any of the weird situations I get into sometimes. Maybe they do, but no one ever says so. Anyway, I'm just going to blog abut it because when I tell people it seems less bizarre.

Technology and Being Alone

People act like everyone else when they're with everyone else. No one does it on purpose. I guess it's just human nature. When people are alone with only their thoughts, that's the only time they are truly themselves. My problem with technology is that we are never truly by ourselves. Every time we receive a text we glide right back into school mode: be who you are when you're at school. We are constantly on facebook looking at what other people are doing and wondering what they'll think about what we're doing. We're always communicating: writing on each others' walls and such. We're only alone in the shower and in bed. I know someone who even texts in the shower. What is that!
If I'm on a vacation and my family ends up eating in a dirty restaurant in some slum we didn't know about with holes in the wall(or something like that), all I can think is that nobody in school would ever be in this situation. I'm usually not a person who cares, but for some reason, it's always on my mind. And because I have a cellphone in my pocket, home is never far away. And if I don't have my cellphone, someone I'm with does. And if they don't, there are phones all around us anyway. Maybe that's why people are so stressed. We never get a real vacation. We can go someplace different, but we carry everybody from home with us.
I feel like people spend less time being individuals when they have less time alone. It's like we're always being watched. Even if we are alone, we always have it in the back of our minds that someone could be judging us anyway. On our facebook profile. With facebook, we have the ability to find out a person's interests, their friends, what they do on the weekends, down to how they're feeling today. It gives us a lot to compare ourselves to. Whether we decide we are better or worse or cooler or less cool or prettier or uglier, we are comparing ourselves to others on characteristics that don't matter. I think being alone is just as important as not being alone. We grow in different ways. When we're never really alone, we're really missing something.

i felt like writing a little screenplay. so i did.

Dad, Dan, and Pete are in a car. Pete is directly behind Dad in the driver’s seat. Dan is next to Pete looking out the window with his headphones on.

Dad: You know, Dan, there’s a rowing competition in one of the lakes around where we’re going to be.

Dan doesn’t answer.

Dad: Hey, Dan. Dan, there’s a-
Pete: He has his headphones on, Dad.

Dad looks over his shoulder at Dan.

Dad: Hey. Dan.
Dan: What.
Dad: Hey, there’s a rowing competition in one of the lakes around where we’re going to be.
Dan: When?

Dad faces forward again.

Dad: Oh, in the fall, it’s not going to be going on while we’re there. I just thought you might think it’s interesting.

Dan stares for a few seconds, unimpressed, and puts his headphones back on.

Dad: I mean if you’re interested maybe we can come back-
Pete: His headphones are on again, Dad.
Dad: Oh.

Dad looks around for a few moments, thinking of what to do next. Then he stares back at Dan who gets the point and takes off his headphones.

Dad: Why don’t you leave those off for a while? Who needs an iPod when we’ve got three guys with vocal chords? What can we talk about? How’s school going?
Pete: Good.
Dad: Dan?
Dan: Good.
Dad: Could you be more specific?
Pete: We watched a documentary on China and isolationism.
Dad: Oh, yeah? That sounds interesting. How ‘bout you, Dan?
Dan: Same shit as always.
Dad: Alright, alright. You don’t want to talk. That’s fine. I just thought it would be nice to catch up a little. You boys are so busy lately. I’m pretty busy myself. It’s just nice to have some time-
Dan: Still talking?

Dad looks down, defeated. He blinks once for a long time. Dan puts his headphones back on.

Dad: Hey, look at those cows. You guys remember those cows at that farm we went to when you were little? Remember you got to milk them and everything? Wasn’t that fun?
Dan: Yeah, it’s hard to forget when you bring it up every time we get a new carton of milk.
Dad: Oh, so you can hear over that music?

Dan doesn’t answer. There is a long pause.

Pete: Those cows were real cool, Dad.
Dad (sighs): Thanks, Pete.

Let The Right One In

I'm usually not heavily effected by movies afterward. After Kontroll, I didn't think about it much. I haven't had much time to think about this movie either. Right after it was over, though, the room looked different to me. That doesn't happen. I don't know if it was because I never looked away or because I was so wonderfully disturbed, but it was a really odd feeling.
I definitely liked the way the camera barely moved. It made it seem like I was right there watching because people don't move like cameras. If we're watching something, we stay still. The distance of the camera was always close up enough that you don't see anything happen or far away enough that you don't see anything happen. One of the scenes that stuck with me was when Oskar arrived at his father's house and greeted him outside in the snow. It was so far that you could barely see them, but it was probably the one image that I see when I think of the movie.
Oskar's character was fascinating enough just by the look of the actor who played him. He looked like a little baby. He couldn't have seen more innocent. He slept in just his underwear. He WAS a baby. But then he carried around this knife, but you know that it's not his fault. He also would do little things like hum and the way he walked was strange. I loved the character who was one of the bullies but cried when he was beating Oskar. Oskar just stood there and closed his eyes and the one doing the beating cried. And I felt sorry for both of them. Another great little thing was the second time Oskar was talking to Eli and he told her to go home and then he smiled a little.
When we talked about Kontroll there was a part when the guys were talking and they sounded like they were in a small room. In this movie, every bit of dialogue sounded like they were in a small room, even if they were outside and half a mile away from the camera. It worked, though. There were a few times when all you could hear was breathing. Also, the gory things were all heard, but not seen. You just know what's happening.
Hakan was a really interesting guy. He would kill people and drain their blood and feed it to Eli to keep her alive. He must have really loved her. When he gets caught, he pours acid on his face so that he can't be identified. Even though he knew that Eli and Oskar had something going on, he still tried to help her. It was like he was so afraid to lose her that he would put himself through so much danger for her so that she couldn't leave him.
The way I saw the rubix cube was that both Eli and Oskar had the power to solve it, but only Eli knew how to use it, and she would try to teach Oskar to use his power, too. This is like how they both had the ability to kill, but Eli knew how and when to use it, and she taught Oskar.
I thought plotpoint 1 was when Hakan died because then Eli and Oskar were both alone and they both needed each other. And I thought plotpoint 2 was when Oskar told Eli she could come in because he was accepting her vampireness.
I can't figure out if it was a happy ending or not. I think it is because I felt happy at the end. I felt happy because he was unhappy where he was and he was without her, and now he was going somewhere else and he was with her.

Last Workshop

Today we interviewed Cathryn, and I asked her if she always knew what she wanted to do when she grew up, and right away she said yes. I know that everybody always says you don't have to know what you want to do yet, but I'm pretty sure life's a whole lot easier if you do. Whenever I see one of those people who have known exactly what they want to do since they were like four years old, I get so jealous. I like to do a lot of things. I like playing the violin and writing and I'm learning that I really enjoy visual arts, too. I also really like other things like history and the idea of being a teacher. I'm kind of interested in everything, and I'm cool with that. It doesn't bother me at all; I think it's a good thing to like a lot of things. The thing is, I can't afford to spend ten years in college trying everything out. Whether I do it now or later, I'm going to have to pick something and do it every day, and unless I can decide what I love to do the most, on those days when I don't enjoy what I'm doing, I'll get that awful feeling that I chose the wrong thing. And even though I like all these things, I also like stability. I don't want to have to change my lifestyle all the time just to fit everything in. I know this seems like something somebody choosing their major would write about, but I'm just a little bit of a worrier. I do all my worrying early. Despite that, though, I do very little planning ahead. I'm bound to change my mind, so I don't see the point. I pretty much do whatever seems good to me when I absolutely must make a decision. I guess that's my plan.

Magazine day 5

Today was fun and exciting because we made a lot of big decisions like what our front page layouts are going to look like and what our logo is going to be like. We all have a pretty good idea of what this magazine is going to look like, and it's going to look really good. Little things we do give it its own identity, like adding squares and arrows. One of the toughest things to agree on is the colors. Everyone seems to have a different idea, and we kind of clash on this subject. I can't imagine how many arguments people in real money making magazines have on little things like that. There's just so many colors and a million different combinations. We shall figure that out, though. I felt like we got a lot done today and we're moving along. I hope that by tomorrow we'll know everything from Cathryn that we need to. I'm trying to think of any questions I might have in the future so I can ask them now while she's here.

Breaking Stuff

Whenever I'm really angry, I always want to break something. It seems pretty natural, pretty normal, but now that I think of it I'm not sure why. The only thing that's different before and after I break something is that it's broken. I'm not any stronger and I haven't gained anything. I have one less thing. I broke it. I'm thinking about it, and I think it's because it proves to me how angry I am. I was so angry I broke a pencil and I was so angry I broke my wall are two different things. That tells me how angry I am. That way I'm not confused anymore, and whether or not I had a good reason to be angry, I know that I really was angry. I proved it, I mean, look at my broken pencil and you can see for yourself. What I'm getting at is I think that's one of the reasons I write. I'm not confused anymore. When I'm done, I get this weird sense of clarity. Whatever I was feeling is on the paper and whatever is on the paper is what I was feeling. If I was feeling any different, I would have written something different.

Workshop 4

I'm really worried that we're only meeting with Catherine two more times. We've become kind of dependable on her. I feel like even though I've learned a LOT about the process of magazine making, we're going to have trouble doing it alone. We don't even know how to use the computer programs. I'm going to try to be optimistic about it, though, and give our group a little more credit. I think that once everyone gets a little more excited about it, we'll be able to prove me wrong. I really hope we come through because I am excited about being a part of something with so much potential. Getting this first issue done will be huge because once we have down all our layouts and stuff, we'll be able to carry them through to all of the next issues of the magazine, and content will be the only thing to worry about. I think that the next two workshops are really going to need to focus on teaching us how to finish it up and how to do it without Catherine.

Culture Vulture

Today in the workshop, we laid out a bunch of ideas for the table of contents and the front articles. Power in numbers really applies to this. Almost everybody had an idea that we liked, and everybody had an idea that we didn't like, which is also helpful to figure out. The more people, the more we know about what we want to see. There's this moment when a light bulb seems to go off in everybody's head when we figure out what we like the best. Someone starts folding the papers and putting the parts we like together, and then we see the layout we wanted, and all the sudden I feel like we all get a jolt of confidence. And everybody seems to agree that it's good. I guess you know something's good when no one's complaining. Right now, I feel a little unorganized because there are people working on something who aren't in the workshop, but the process seems very efficient. We're getting it done in the right order and the way we like it.

Magazine

I think that a lot of the time, I don't do things because they seem impossible. I think to myself, it's too hard and it'll take too long, so why even try? Or I'll see somebody else's work and I'll think, I'll never be that good so why even try? I've thought about trying to write a novel for quite a while, but every time I think about actually doing it, I can't see the point. I think that my problem is that I'm afraid to make something bad. I think that above learning all the layout design and everything that goes into making a magazine, what I'm really going to get out of the magazine is proving that things that are really hard are possible, and they can be good. Making a magazine is such a huge job, and to be able to start from scratch and finish with a product we like by the time we wanted to finish it will definitely give me some confidence that I can do big projects by myself and get them done and maybe even like them.

What I've Learned in STAC

I've always thought that I was an observant person, but now I realize that I didn't notice a thing until I was in STAC. It hasn't become automatic yet. It's not quite natural for me to listen or look for little things that I wouldn't normally notice, but I try to, and it's caused me to see things a little differently.
For one thing, after watching Kontroll, I find myself picking apart every movie I watch. I just watched The Birds with my mom, and we talked about it for about an hour right after and again over the next couple of days. I'm noticing that a good director does everything for a reason, so I try to figure out why each thing is done the way it is. I watch movies from a different point of view now. I look for where the cuts are and I watch for any extras that I'd seen before. I look at each shot and look at what's good and bad about it. I found that after talking about the movie, I had a completely different perspective on it than I had right after watching it. I think one of the most important things I'm going to get out of STAC is being able to talk about things because when you talk about something, you get everything out of it that you can, and then you can use it in your own art.
It's the same thing when I look at artwork. Instead of just looking at the finished work, I look at how it was done and the techniques were used, not that I know very many. My point is, now that I've seen a little bit of how things are done, it doesn't seem so inconceivable that I could do it someday. I also notice a lot of the real colors and shapes of things. Even more than that, though, I find myself looking at shadows. I try desperately to understand them because I notice how much more real it makes a drawing look when the shadows are there and look right.
Even when I'm listening to music, I listen for little errors in the editing. I also listen to some really, really good songs and try to figure out what makes them so good. I listen for each instrument on its own and see how every part works together. I've always been able to match a style to a band I knew, but now I know why because I'm starting to be able to identify what each one does differently.
What I appreciate most about becoming more observant is being able to better observe people. I look for things people do with their bodies and their faces when they're feeling different things. A lot of the observing is done within my family. My mom walks into a room differently when she's mad. I can who's trying to think of something to say at the dinner table and who just wants to eat. I play games with myself when I walk down the halls and look at people's body language to figure out what they're feeling. I'm also noticing how I'm different when I'm with different people. I said in one of my first blogs that it bothers me how everyone sees me differently because the more different views there are of me the less certain I am about who I really am. It's mostly my fault, though. I act very differently around different people. I also noticed that I like who I am when I'm around people who I think of as stupider than me than who I am when I'm around people who I think of as smarter than me. I like the people who I think of as smarter more than the people who I think of as stupider. That puts me in a weird position where I have to decide if I'd rather like myself or make myself better. I notice I tend to choose making myself better and surrounding myself with smarter people. I don't like to call people stupid, but the fact is, there are people who I don't think of as smart. It's not something I control, and I don't try to.
I'm already changing after a quarter of STAC. The things we learn really stick with me. I'm actually excited about the person I'm going to be after three years of this. I hope I can take as much out of it as I can.

Kontroll

Kontroll is the kind of movie that I'd put Spongebob on after watching it to relieve myself. It's such a good movie, but it's so depressing. It's mostly because the whole thing takes place underground. The first time watching it, I figured it was all underground just to get the point across the Bulcsu couldn't leave, and that was true. But the second time around, I got the feeling that even though all characters except for Bulcsu went back up, you don't get the sense that they ever really left because whenever they're gone, Bulcsu is asleep anyway. Also, you never actually see anybody who worked in the subway going up the escalator. It's not only Bulcsu; they're all stuck down there. They never refer to their lives outside their jobs. It's like when they leave, all they do is sleep and come back. I think that the new guy in the crew and the Professor kind of represent Bulscu's past and future if he never leaves. The new guy is just learning how bad the job is. When they all see a psychiatrist, he's the only one who isn't crazy yet. He's a little stupid, but he doesn't have any problems to talk about. The professor, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be getting out anytime soon. He just accepts everything that happens like getting puked on because it can't get any worse anyway. My question is what keeps them all there. We spoke about how the killer could be just the evil in all of them, but he must have had a special connection with Bulcsu because Bulcsu was the one he was chasing and when the killer was killed, Bulcsu was the only one who got to leave. So if the killing the killer was Bulcsu's way out, how do the others get out? And if there's nothing stopping them, why don't they just leave? I don't think I've ever seen a movie that's sparked so much curiosity. Kontroll was perfect in the way that there are a million different things that it could mean, and they all make sense.

Movies

Making those movies was a really cool project. I'm amazed at what we all did in such a small amount of time. In one hour, with no script and just a rough outline of what we were going to do, we managed to put something together, and some groups had really awesome results. I was concerned, at first, about having an all-noob group because none of us knew what we were doing or had any experience with making movies. As it turned out, I was really glad that we had an all-noob group because it allowed me to take charge a little, and I really do like being in charge. I was thinking about that acting exercise we did where we had to project an image onto another person. I noticed how different I was towards a group of noobs than I would have been towards the older people.
Anyway, making the movie worked out better than I had expected. Having to pick a title before coming up with the story line was tough, but it definitely inspired a bunch of ideas and it worked. An hour was more than enough time to come up with lines and plan out the camera angles and everything. I freaked out a little at the beginning when there was a fire drill and then I didn't look enough like a janitor and then I didn't have tape for my mustache and I had to steal some from a poster that was hanging on the wall. I realize that a bitchy side of me does come out when things don't happen exactly the way I want them to, so practicing working with people is probably a good idea. I loved the fact that we couldn't erase anything. It gave us a reason to just do it right the first time, and it went a lot quicker. I think it's so cool how quickly you can make a movie, as bad as they are. I guess it's because we know we have to, and there's not enough time to freak out that you only have an hour to make a movie when you only have an hour to make a movie.

Magazine Ideas

-new years resolutions you might actually keep.

-interviewing a bunch of people asking what makes them want to get up in the morning.

-popular toys from the past compared to toys from the present- i know it's directed towards teenagers but everyone likes toys and thinking about their childhoods.

-I have this fifty dollar bill that I really don't want to break just because I barely ever have a fifty dollar bill. I'm thinking of just handing it to a homeless person in the city one day. And then writing about it.

Blindfold Activities

Friday was one of the most fun days in STAC so far. I loved running across the stage blindfolded for some reason. It didn't require any thought or effort. It was just so simple. It felt strange to hear so many people on the stage and then run across without bumping into anyone. It began to feel like me and the person guiding me were the only people on stage. I noticed both as the blindfolded person and as the running person that the way you held the person's arm would affect how fast they would run. The people who were rough with me or didn't use two hands made me feel a lot less secure than the people who were gentle and calm. Also, when I was running people across the stage, I forgot at first to use two hands. When I was reminded and started using two hands to help people across, they were a lot more relaxed and ran a little faster. When touch was the only sense we could use to determine if we could trust the person, it became really important.
I know it's obvious, but walking around with a blindfold, I found that my desire to see became greater than ever. Usually, if I saw someone walking towards me in a hallway, I would look the other way or down to avoid awkward eye contact. Blindfolded, when I heard someone's steps coming towards me, I found myself dying to know everything about this person. Is it a boy or a girl? What shoes are they wearing? Are they looking at me? Where are they going? Do they sense that I hear them? Do they care? And the only reason I wanted to know was because I couldn't find out. I noticed that without my vision, my other senses seemed to grow sharper. I realized that I could tell how big a room was by the sounds and the smell. The noises coming from the cafeteria seemed to spread out in all the space. The smaller rooms were warmer and had a stuffy smell to them. I began to resent doorways, turning sideways and sticking out my arm every time I realized I was approaching one. I was the second one to go around blindfolded, so I had already walked around the building for fifteen minutes. I wished that I had gone first because no matter how hard I tried to forget where I was, I couldn't do it. There were two times when I didn't know where I was, but I quickly figured it out when I touched something that I had seen the first time around. I wish we could do it in a bigger building that I was less acquainted with.

Surrealism & Biomorphism

Surrealism was founded by André Breton in 1924. Breton was a Dadaist who was heavily influenced by the theories of Sigmund Freud. Dada was a movement occurring after World War I protesting the intellectual rigidity on art and society. André Breton defined surrealism in the "Surrealist Manifesto" as "Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express -- verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner -- the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern." Surrealism is an artistic style and cultural movement that came about at the time when anything orthodox was being pushed aside for anything new and avant-garde. The Surrealist Movement began in Europe and spread worldwide, influencing not only painting but music and film. Surrealist art is not always a picture of anything in particular. Images in surrealist art are often dream-like and irrational, though they can have a realistic style. It is meant to bring together the world of fantasy and the real world. Surrealism offered an alternative to the Cubist movement and strayed away from emphasis on content. Some major surrealist artists are Jean Arp, Max Ernst, André Masson, René Magritte, Yves Tanguy, Salvador Dalí, Pierre Roy, Paul Delvaux, and Joan Miró.
Surrealism also affected later artistic movements, one being biomorphism. The term was first used by Alfred H. Barr, Jr., the first director of the Museum of Modern Art. It was founded in 1936. Biomorphism is an aspect sometimes found in surrealism. It is the use of abstract shapes that evoke forms found in nature.

Rilke Rewrite- "The Grown Up"

Each step she took around the world
Was heavier than the last;
Her gain being determined
By what she chose to take in.

She chose not to close her eyes,
Not for longer than a blink.
For her need to know was greater
Than her desire not to feel.

And lightness was a stranger
Who sounded familiar,
And it's voice turned less and less like hers,
Thought it never changed at all,

And sometimes she'd turn back,
But could not find what she'd left-
All directions became forward
Wherever it was they led.

Brautiham Sandwich

Ingredients:
ham, obviously
any other meats of your choice
lettuce
onion
cheese
crayons, non-toxic or toxic, whichever you may prefer
paper
round roll

First, draw the sandwich you wish to make with crayons. Then, cut the roll in half. Fill both halves, but each half must have different contents(meats, lettuce, onion, cheese). Peel paper off crayons, then break them and put them into a bowl. Heat in microwave until melted, than quickly pour in one half of sandwich. When wax dries, it is ready to eat. Make one sandwich per person, or, if possible, have everyone make their own. Eat on a stage around a table using original drawing as place mat. Be as messy as possible. Food fights are permitted. When full, do not clean up after yourself. Use whatever mess you made as the set design for a play which you will put on after eating.

Being Myself, If I Can

Yesterday, Luke said something along the lines of "Be yourself, if you can". Well I was looking at some people's blogs and what they wrote about my pictures. A lot of them said I seem to be really innocent and quiet and sweet. That's very different than what my close friends think of me. But even my close friends see me completely differently than how I see myself. I wonder what dictates who a person is. Is it a mixture of every perception of me? Is how I see myself the only thing that matters? Or does majority rule? I know myself the best, so that means what I see should matter most. But if everyone else sees me a certain way, that becomes who I am. It's like someone who goes to jail for a crime they didn't do. The law of the country is telling them they're guilty. The United States, one of the biggest powers in the world tells them, "you're guilty". That innocent person may know that they are not guilty, but according to the United States, they are, and that's all that matters. I'm the only one in the world who can possible know exactly who I am, but according to EVERYONE around me, I'm someone else. Who's opinion matters? Someone could say it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. I agree, it doesn't, until it starts to effect the way I think of myself. I don't really understand what I'm saying. All the thinking I've been doing has led me to sort of a state of uncertainty about everything. Sometimes I make myself so confused that I get this visual of my thoughts being pushed into a black hole or something. It puts my mind at ease, but at the same time I feel like I'm losing some ideas that may not be good but can't possibly hurt. Here's an idea that I actually just thought of. This blog can be my black hole. A beautiful metaphor, I know. Like this entry, it could very possibly turn into a whole lot of rambling. Hopefully, I'll get something out of it.

Inside the Mind of a Newbie

I know that for the first three days, I was pretty shy and boring. Oh well. Despite my inability to express enthusiasm, I really do like STAC. In three days I feel like I've already learned so much. I'm scared shitless to make a fool out of myself, but I'm completely ready to do so. I'm in here for writing which is funny because I remember what I submitted to get into STAC and it was crap. One of my goals is to make a few things that I can look back on in ten years and still not think it's crap. I don't doubt that I'll look back on this blog entry and think it's crap, but I think too much so I'm just going to write and try not to say anything too dumb.
I titled my blog "All that I've never thought of - think of me". I really hate titles. I'd rather go in the Emily Dickinson direction and not title anything I do. So after some long hard thinking, I decided to take this line I like from this poem I like and make it my title. I used to write about what I know. Now I try to write about things I don't know. I like to make up characters that are nothing like anything I've ever seen, but are still very real. We all live in one world, and there are countless numbers of stories that take place here. When I make up my own world, there's only one story that takes place there. Then, something I don't know becomes something I do know, and I know it better than the real world because I made it. My title expresses my fascination with the fact that through art, you can pull something out of your own brain that wasn't there before. I guess.

Best Pictures

It's a really great smile and I like that he's on one side of the picture more than the other.

She looks like she's talking to a guy she likes and she's too shy to look up but she's thrilled to pieces.

I like that she's looking to her left; it makes her look sneaky.

He looks like he's taking a breath while thinking of what to say.

She looks like she's the boss sitting at a desk. I love her hand there.

It's like an in-between face. On its way to utterly disgusted, but not quite there yet.

I just love her expression in this one. She looks like she's waiting for something.

It's kind of a smile, kind of not. I'm not sure what that face means. And it's me.

He looks really uncomfortable.

She has on a really pretty smile.

Her eyes are really squinted but you still feel like you're making great eye contact with her.

She looks sufficiently disturbed yet amused.

It's a weird face but it looks like someone asked her a question, not said "make a face".

Up close and personal. I like it.

Her smile's really cute and I kind of like that she's just in one corner of the picture.

It looks like someone just told her something really gross but she's trying to be polite and sound interested.

I love her smile. It looks like she just smelled something really tasty.

He looks like he has a good comeback but doesn't want to say it. It's great.

His eyes are great.

I love how she's biting her lip. She looks shy but like a tease at the same time.

There's no excess junk. You only see what you need to see.

I like his half smile. His expression looks very matter of fact, if that makes sense.

I like her position, how she's leaning slightly forward. I also like how she's facing the camera straight on and you can see her crooked part.

It's not a big smile, but it doesn't look fake at all either.

It's a great expression and you can immediately tell that she's really outgoing.

I like how she's kind of cross eyed, but you wouldn't notice it if no one took a picture.

I liked this picture because it wasn't silly. Silly can be good but for some reason I liked him better looking serious.

It makes me wonder what she was trying to explain, and aside from her hands, she has on a great expression.

She has a perfect smile on. It's very real.

It looks like she's trying to hide behind her hand, but it's not working.