<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:16:46.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1626555765004825408</id><published>2011-11-28T01:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:16:46.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking Ass Mouse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6w2kUcDY1qbd38ro1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322546940&amp;amp;Signature=DzK1ufze0JtJb2OoFL8eVg1rVbU%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 346px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6w2kUcDY1qbd38ro1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322546940&amp;amp;Signature=DzK1ufze0JtJb2OoFL8eVg1rVbU%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the mouse Hesher fed to his pet snake that kicked ass and punched the snake in the face so the mouse wouldn't be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how things pop up at certain times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1626555765004825408?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1626555765004825408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/kicking-ass-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1626555765004825408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1626555765004825408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/kicking-ass-mouse.html' title='Kicking Ass Mouse.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7610784147055500424</id><published>2011-11-15T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:36:20.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CDs</title><content type='html'>Whenever I see a cracked CD case, it reminds me of when I used a CD player to listen to music and had to bring CD cases in my backpack for bus rides to and from school.  The more cracked CD case indicated the more I listened to the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also kind of scares me b/c I'm still too young to have memories like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7610784147055500424?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7610784147055500424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/cds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7610784147055500424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7610784147055500424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/11/cds.html' title='CDs'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-3864432814703889648</id><published>2011-08-23T22:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:24:22.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love and marriage love and marriage</title><content type='html'>just last friday my sister got married! (YAY WOO HOO HOORAHH!, :irish sidekick: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-jYQBXP6WI/TlRfVSwQPWI/AAAAAAAAEUY/iMiPkSKlWB0/s1600/_DSC0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-jYQBXP6WI/TlRfVSwQPWI/AAAAAAAAEUY/iMiPkSKlWB0/s200/_DSC0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644241052418194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JNPF9M6ajY/TlRfgkb6VxI/AAAAAAAAEUg/SVyHJJXWKuI/s1600/_DSC0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JNPF9M6ajY/TlRfgkb6VxI/AAAAAAAAEUg/SVyHJJXWKuI/s200/_DSC0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644241246143272722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75hVhTycb7o/TlRfpN3gVOI/AAAAAAAAEUo/D1JhCfD9FGE/s1600/_DSC0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75hVhTycb7o/TlRfpN3gVOI/AAAAAAAAEUo/D1JhCfD9FGE/s200/_DSC0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644241394703815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas a grand time.  thanks to my cousin jack for taking the last two photos since i was in the ceremony and couldn't take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho all this marriage stuff of course got me thinking about my own, and what did i think of immediately weirdly  (yet not) enough? being proposed to like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZzrMrglib6c" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so kick ass. hopefully i'll be the opposite of lindsay. haha otherwise.. "wanna just make out or something?" : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, going to add some more photos to my portfolio website soon hopefully.  i need to go to some concerts this fall to add to my music gallery.  toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-3864432814703889648?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3864432814703889648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-and-marriage-love-and-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/3864432814703889648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/3864432814703889648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-and-marriage-love-and-marriage.html' title='love and marriage love and marriage'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-jYQBXP6WI/TlRfVSwQPWI/AAAAAAAAEUY/iMiPkSKlWB0/s72-c/_DSC0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1431186683157560093</id><published>2011-07-26T20:52:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:25:21.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>internshipness</title><content type='html'>So i've been interning for the past 2 months ish at the daily record in morris county.  &amp;amp; it's been forreals helpful.  i've been treated nicely and equally (as in no coffee-ing and actually given assignments instead of just watching or doing computer editing or something)  &amp;amp; i've met a lot of ppl in the community/have a new respect for community newspapers (no offense from before).  Anywho, i basically just really enjoy this internship and thought i'd share some photos I have taken for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first published photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYCbq2fgA90/Ti9iOGhIFgI/AAAAAAAAESY/I0zrgr9PDNg/s1600/060311HousingSolutions4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYCbq2fgA90/Ti9iOGhIFgI/AAAAAAAAESY/I0zrgr9PDNg/s200/060311HousingSolutions4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633829653271025154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a homeless solutions apt. complex and used my own camera/flash. it didn't come out too well on the kids, but after some editing, it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgNbTS4AkiY/Ti9ikoCmQ7I/AAAAAAAAESg/11IB4pLiGrw/s1600/060311HousingSolutions6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgNbTS4AkiY/Ti9ikoCmQ7I/AAAAAAAAESg/11IB4pLiGrw/s200/060311HousingSolutions6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633830040226907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was the same assignment and I just liked the angle and light/shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di_GX9mudsQ/Ti9iw0FdYdI/AAAAAAAAESo/a2rht5iTcB4/s1600/060311WhippanyParkProm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di_GX9mudsQ/Ti9iw0FdYdI/AAAAAAAAESo/a2rht5iTcB4/s200/060311WhippanyParkProm9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633830249618563538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was the whippany park high prom i had to shoot. i wanted to avoid high schoolers but i got caught w/ a prom assignment. haha it's okay though, cause the place ended up being where my sister's reception's going to be so i got to see the place/see how an event is run there.  it's beautiful. &amp;amp; i liked this girl's dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSgv3R4FJkg/Ti9jIwzl14I/AAAAAAAAESw/HJIGn7Mub-g/s1600/060611BabyScreening5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSgv3R4FJkg/Ti9jIwzl14I/AAAAAAAAESw/HJIGn7Mub-g/s200/060611BabyScreening5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633830661055174530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the first front page photo that got published i think.  granted it's a fake plastic baby, it doesn't look too unrealistic when it's just the feet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rVUegN8HhM/Ti9jdPI7WXI/AAAAAAAAES4/ua1PmaTeWd8/s1600/061611Animals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rVUegN8HhM/Ti9jdPI7WXI/AAAAAAAAES4/ua1PmaTeWd8/s200/061611Animals2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633831012795111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ fosterfields family farm, little kiddies with little chicks. cute overload. except i was sweating and it smelled like farm animals, which i'm not very keen towards. this assignment was kinda difficult b/c i had to get the kids' names and their parents' permission and finding the parent that went w/ the kid was difficult at times.  especially that one girl at the top. not to mention i wore completely the wrong shoe attire for this assignment. you live and learn ('&amp;amp; then get luv's' would be so pun-y here. haha) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHchS1FUZfw/Ti9j-cnSktI/AAAAAAAAETA/ou4SiRdECu0/s1600/061611Animals5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHchS1FUZfw/Ti9j-cnSktI/AAAAAAAAETA/ou4SiRdECu0/s200/061611Animals5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633831583347806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished the boy's hat wasn't covering his face in this photo for the newspaper, but as a photo just for funsies, i like the hat covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuWNGa5iU4/Ti9kYY3l40I/AAAAAAAAETI/DnqVHOjcbig/s1600/062811sorock18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYn-A6YW27k/Ti9k9tse5AI/AAAAAAAAETQ/avJeW3nzaQI/s1600/062811sorock04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYn-A6YW27k/Ti9k9tse5AI/AAAAAAAAETQ/avJeW3nzaQI/s200/062811sorock04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633832670264747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuWNGa5iU4/Ti9kYY3l40I/AAAAAAAAETI/DnqVHOjcbig/s1600/062811sorock18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuWNGa5iU4/Ti9kYY3l40I/AAAAAAAAETI/DnqVHOjcbig/s200/062811sorock18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633832029019038530" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuWNGa5iU4/Ti9kYY3l40I/AAAAAAAAETI/DnqVHOjcbig/s1600/062811sorock18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuWNGa5iU4/Ti9kYY3l40I/AAAAAAAAETI/DnqVHOjcbig/s1600/062811sorock18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little dude was drumming during a rehearsal at School of Rock in Long Valley.  this assignment was pretty fun for me b/c it is the closest i've been to live music photography.  anywho, this drummer, Jack, was sucha heartbreaker/will be one. haha i can't remember off the top of my head how old he is but he is YOUNG. and really good. trust me. i know my drummers. hahaha just kidding, but he's got real talent. that much i can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFi0FnHbjZQ/Ti9lPaaJI_I/AAAAAAAAETY/6gisEq2dF0Q/s1600/062811sorock21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFi0FnHbjZQ/Ti9lPaaJI_I/AAAAAAAAETY/6gisEq2dF0Q/s200/062811sorock21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633832974325195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;same assignment. i got this idea after i went outside the room cause my left ear was buzzing.  i really like the idea of this photo.  the execution wasn't too bad either, as I humbly add. i hope they publish this one but we'll see how much room they have cause i'm sure they'll want faces more than artsy if they can only choose one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqgG2icoBC8/Ti9lo1hkUCI/AAAAAAAAETg/nN7ntV4E7eY/s1600/063011Farm2Bistro03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqgG2icoBC8/Ti9lo1hkUCI/AAAAAAAAETg/nN7ntV4E7eY/s200/063011Farm2Bistro03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633833411100823586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this guy was kind of a uppity douche but only a little.  anywho, the restaurant's Farm2Bistro and he basically buys as much local produce he can and just cooks them for his restaurant. it's a pretty cool idea.  i liked this photo cause it reminded me more as a magazine portrait thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tURWCyMZJKU/Ti9mDOz0LmI/AAAAAAAAETo/O69QafcZCOE/s1600/071011femalefarmers11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tURWCyMZJKU/Ti9mDOz0LmI/AAAAAAAAETo/O69QafcZCOE/s200/071011femalefarmers11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633833864564846178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1kT2Tc59dA/Ti9ncExmmPI/AAAAAAAAETw/119mf321m-A/s1600/071011femalefarmers19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1kT2Tc59dA/Ti9ncExmmPI/AAAAAAAAETw/119mf321m-A/s200/071011femalefarmers19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633835390879570162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NauQuUdHWvw/Ti9ntNKrlkI/AAAAAAAAET4/thb8NsHQg38/s1600/071011femalefarmers05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NauQuUdHWvw/Ti9ntNKrlkI/AAAAAAAAET4/thb8NsHQg38/s200/071011femalefarmers05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633835685190014530" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oI-AktKWbkw/Ti9n3n4eZrI/AAAAAAAAEUA/vfkmUE2yyWA/s1600/071011femalefarmers14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oI-AktKWbkw/Ti9n3n4eZrI/AAAAAAAAEUA/vfkmUE2yyWA/s200/071011femalefarmers14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633835864160102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this assignment was dreaded but totally had fun when i was there.  the only reason why i dreaded it was b/c i had to spend the day outside for like 9 hours originally (stayed for 6).  a.) i didn't want to be outside for 9 hours in the hot sun lugging around camera equipment in jeans and boots. b.) i didn't want to get a tan line before the wedding c.) (this came later) i was having pretty shitty allergy attacks. BUT/nonetheless (yes that was redundant, whutever.)  i had a really good time and the female farmer (it's a story on female farmers) and her partner were really nice and down to earth (pun intended :DDD hee) despite using a buttload of tissues and sweating balls, avoiding stray cats, and trying not to be sniffed in the crotch by a massive but friendly dog, i had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the first photo, (wow i rambled way more than i intended to) i liked the angle and full frame-ness of it, except it didn't come out that well, exposure-wise. i edited it to the best of my abilities, but her face looks real drained looking. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0OMstB5Dh0/Ti9oBtswXsI/AAAAAAAAEUI/KyMJw0VKBSY/s1600/071811sunrise03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0OMstB5Dh0/Ti9oBtswXsI/AAAAAAAAEUI/KyMJw0VKBSY/s200/071811sunrise03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633836037520252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;took this as a weather shot at Sunrise Lake in Morristown.  just a fun splashy moment.. as i stood on really fudgen hot sand w/ my bare feet. i have to say, good thing i'm a young, asian girl or else some of these parents would have flipped a shizz of someone taking photos of their kids. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbtcJrbdyso/Ti9oPoD1a-I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/0OyvkpgyWqc/s1600/072011policeacademy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbtcJrbdyso/Ti9oPoD1a-I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/0OyvkpgyWqc/s200/072011policeacademy01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633836276524608482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this was at the morris county policy training ..place haha.  it was junior police academy camp week and they had a helicopter come.  i just liked this photo despite seeing only part of the helicopter, cause you see the students w/ their last names on the back of their shirts, the helicopter pilot, and the helicopter in one photo w/ no dead space. at least none that i can tell (which i bet means there is. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now.  i should update my portfolio soon w/ some of these. oh the laziness of summer vacation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1431186683157560093?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1431186683157560093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/07/internshipness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1431186683157560093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1431186683157560093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/07/internshipness.html' title='internshipness'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYCbq2fgA90/Ti9iOGhIFgI/AAAAAAAAESY/I0zrgr9PDNg/s72-c/060311HousingSolutions4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-9189534162330497567</id><published>2011-05-30T22:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:03:03.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wearemoviegeeks.com/wp-content/maryandmax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 302px;" src="http://wearemoviegeeks.com/wp-content/maryandmax.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my great friend at BU, Tesla, told me to watch this movie called 'Mary and Max' last night.  At the time, I was in a pissy mood and knew i shouldn't start watching a movie at 12:00 midnight since i was supposed to wake up round 6:00am the next morning. or the same morning. tomatoes, tomahtoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't finish it til now, but let me just say, this song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvbCV6E0Wro"&gt;'Perpetuum Mobile' by Penguin Cafe Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; that opened w/ the film totally filled my insides w/ happiness and joy.  It still is. All I want to do is download this song and play it in my car.  it's so happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the film is also really good.  it's described as a dark-comedy clayographics film.  it's by a man named Adam Elliot who has the same birth date as me and is from australia! a place i wish to study abroad in next spring.  he has another film, a short one, called 'Harvie Krumpet' and it's also streaming on Netflix so i will watch it some time.  he seems to focus (at least on these two) on ppl with mental 'disabilities.'  i'm not sure what to call them.  should research that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho 'Mary and Max' (i keep saying max and ruby from the book i had to read in jumpstart haha)  is a sweet film that brings you out into idealistic situations yet keeps it grounded to seem like it could really happen.  i believe i learned a term for this in philosophy &amp;amp; film but i can't recall it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you who are reading this, watch this film sometime. it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting my internship tomorrow. a bit nervous and bit excited. mostly just happy i found an internship and pretty happy w/ this one.  starting my productive summer officially.  hope to find a part-time job soon to pay for a few concerts i would like to go to in the near future + summer endeavors + fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-9189534162330497567?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/9189534162330497567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-and-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/9189534162330497567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/9189534162330497567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-and-max.html' title='Mary and Max'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-8891411195145519751</id><published>2011-04-04T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:20:14.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Reflection photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/04/04/world/Museum/Museum-articleLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 345px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/04/04/world/Museum/Museum-articleLarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo accompanied this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/04/world/asia/04museum.html?nl=todaysheadlines&amp;amp;emc=tha2"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and is by Sim Chi Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it and was like this is an awesome photo.  that's it. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-8891411195145519751?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8891411195145519751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-reflection-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8891411195145519751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8891411195145519751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-reflection-photo.html' title='Awesome Reflection photo'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-6337312565785427645</id><published>2011-04-01T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:52:16.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSxFod5M9I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_IKAsDJFNVM/s1600/CHI-638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSxFod5M9I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_IKAsDJFNVM/s1600/CHI-638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another photo of Vivian Maier kinda. haha it's just fun to find her/her shadow/her reflection.  there was another one w/ her upper body shadow at the beach. it's like eye spy except.. if you were like 3 i guess. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSyoiKBhbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zCWIuG8VTps/s1600/CHI-635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSyoiKBhbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zCWIuG8VTps/s1600/CHI-635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i liked this one cause she made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this internship i found online for street fashion photography and this would be as close as street photography as possible for me so i'm considering applying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**okay just kidding. i just checked the site and it's turning into a bro site? cause of money issues?  what?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. maybe i'll still e-mail them and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho been busy with applying to internships.  hope i get at least one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-6337312565785427645?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6337312565785427645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/mystery-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/6337312565785427645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/6337312565785427645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/04/mystery-woman.html' title='Mystery Woman'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSxFod5M9I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_IKAsDJFNVM/s72-c/CHI-638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7802699268114357342</id><published>2011-03-16T21:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:48:34.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean-Baptiste Mondino</title><content type='html'>so i recently went to a free screening of Cary Fukunaga's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; at the Museum of Fine Arts (in Boston). at first i was like that was all right, wasn't too special from what this period pieces are usually and that's probably still true but the day afterwards, i was like damn i wanna watch it again.  i don't know what it is about these stories where it seems like they don't even like each other and then all of a sudden they declare their love and it's like a surge of love energy that you are like where the hell did that come from? and then omgosh crazy good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a q &amp;amp; a session afterwards w/ mia wasikowska (girl from alice in wonderland, the kids are all right) and cary fukunaga. fukunaga was pretty funny and wasikowska was quiet but she didn't get a whole lot of questions.  my friend had work to do so we left early unfortunately but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjxZtPMZ7A/TYFkGnm28eI/AAAAAAAAEH4/xmomuqkhZVo/s1600/0308112222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjxZtPMZ7A/TYFkGnm28eI/AAAAAAAAEH4/xmomuqkhZVo/s200/0308112222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584855077790085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^taken by my cellular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cool anywho, what this post is leading to is that Mia and the guy who plays Mr. Rochester, Michael Fassbender (German guy in Inglourious Basterds), recently had a photoshoot of them published in W magazine.  they're really good looking together or else the story has manipulated my mind to think that haha which is most likely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb4d970b-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb4d970b-800wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e3354599970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 472px;" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e3354599970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb59970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb59970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really pretty here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb63970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb63970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb5f970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c88340147e33bbb5f970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked up the photographer: Jean-Baptiste Mondino.&lt;br /&gt;googled his site and found out he's a french fashion photographer and music video director. he made the really hot commercial w/ Charlize Theron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/films/film4d596d8cd79dd_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/films/film4d596d8cd79dd_0000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seems to have a few where there's a lot of ppl and males/females are all similar looking as one gender.  it's pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fcfd6d45f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fcfd6d45f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was one of my more favourite fashion photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fce578dc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fce578dc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's a good one but i mostly like it b/c of the bowtie. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fc5f301f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fc5f301f3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourite from his site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fb8d0d2f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com/assets/photos/photo4d51fb8d0d2f3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7802699268114357342?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7802699268114357342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/jean-baptiste-mondino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7802699268114357342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7802699268114357342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/jean-baptiste-mondino.html' title='Jean-Baptiste Mondino'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NjxZtPMZ7A/TYFkGnm28eI/AAAAAAAAEH4/xmomuqkhZVo/s72-c/0308112222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7734827392856404612</id><published>2011-03-03T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:00:07.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TiMER</title><content type='html'>So i watched this movie on netflix a way while back called TiMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodgo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/timer-movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.hollywoodgo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/timer-movie1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i actually kinda like it.  i mean there's kind of a hollywood rush to it at the end to resolve everything, but still, the idea's really interesting and it's not badly acted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the summary from netflix haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ddWrap"&gt;In this comedic fantasy, science has facilitated  the search for a soul mate via biotechnological implants that count down  to the moment one is supposed to meet his or her match. But Oona (Emma  Caulfield) is worried: She's nearly 30, and her&lt;strong&gt; TiMER&lt;/strong&gt;  isn't ticking yet. Will her dream guy get snatched up by someone else?  John Patrick Amedori co-stars in this film from first-time writer and  director Jac Schaeffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's not really that good of a summary, but i'm too lazy/haven't watched it for a while now and can't remember all the details.  but i want to watch it again.  it has john patrick amedori in it too so that might be part of the reason i like it haha.  he's just a good actor. and cute. : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7734827392856404612?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7734827392856404612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/timer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7734827392856404612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7734827392856404612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/timer.html' title='TiMER'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-5245327886819276046</id><published>2011-03-02T17:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:28:42.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huff Post</title><content type='html'>So I came back to my room like.. 20 minutes ago and found e-mails from FB from my photo editor posting up a link on my wall. So I click thinking it's some assignment or whatever, and it's the photo I took on somewhat of a whim yesterday for the freep and it's a link to a huffington post re-post of the freep article w/ my photo enlarged, re-cropped (again) and really bad quality. sigh. my initial reaction was a mix of HOLY SH** &amp;amp; HOLY SH** THAT'S A HORRIBLE PHOTO.  i'm calming down now, but yeah. unknowingly, i am published in a non-school-related thing. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link for the &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/02/bu-students-protest-israe_n_830299.html"&gt;huffpost&lt;/a&gt; one and here's the original at the &lt;a href="http://dailyfreepress.com/2011/03/02/students-protest-israel-with-apartheid-wall/"&gt;freep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's the original photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0J3VuUJPYEI/TW7D59Nh0lI/AAAAAAAAEHw/ysJjsfMiDqg/s1600/untitled-25%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0J3VuUJPYEI/TW7D59Nh0lI/AAAAAAAAEHw/ysJjsfMiDqg/s200/untitled-25%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579612388809888338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxRYdCSfTvk/TW7CjdblETI/AAAAAAAAEHo/0KXhn0WZwq0/s1600/untitled-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-5245327886819276046?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5245327886819276046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/huff-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5245327886819276046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5245327886819276046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/huff-post.html' title='Huff Post'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0J3VuUJPYEI/TW7D59Nh0lI/AAAAAAAAEHw/ysJjsfMiDqg/s72-c/untitled-25%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7061764620638302902</id><published>2011-03-02T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:23:57.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird.</title><content type='html'>I know we're at the point in time where social networking sites have pretty much taken over most ppl's lives. (okay a littttleee of an exaggeration but not totally) but it still surprises me and makes me laugh when i read things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We basically decided on principle that we couldn’t work for a country  that was using snipers on rooftops to pick off its citizens,” said  Gregory L. Vistica, the firm’s president, who first announced the  decision on &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/business/companies/facebook_inc/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about Facebook." class="meta-org"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^in an article in the NY Times about lobbyists in the US gov for Arab countries. (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/02/world/middleeast/02lobby.html?nl=todaysheadlines&amp;amp;emc=tha22"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is in case you wanna read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so serious and then "announced the decision on FACEBOOK." weeirrdd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7061764620638302902?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7061764620638302902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7061764620638302902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7061764620638302902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/03/weird.html' title='Weird.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-9154195537060960438</id><published>2011-02-27T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:09:47.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Website</title><content type='html'>So i'm finally done w/ my website w/ my portfolio and stuff.  I'm pretty psyched bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wix.com/jwong09/justina-wong"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/jwong09/justina-wong"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the easiest free url but whatever haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-9154195537060960438?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/9154195537060960438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/9154195537060960438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/9154195537060960438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/website.html' title='Website'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1499273815300596190</id><published>2011-02-24T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:03:07.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so cool.</title><content type='html'>flipping through Spin's &lt;a href="http://www.spin.com/articles/spins-30-must-hear-albums-2011?page=0%2C0"&gt;30 must-hear albums of 2011&lt;/a&gt;, i saw this photo for a band called Beady Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spin.com/sites/spin.com/files/110119-beady-eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.spin.com/sites/spin.com/files/110119-beady-eye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1499273815300596190?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1499273815300596190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1499273815300596190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1499273815300596190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-cool.html' title='so cool.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7229203223161372549</id><published>2011-02-17T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:36:19.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivian Maier</title><content type='html'>So last month I forgot how I got to this &lt;a href="http://vivianmaier.blogspot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; but I stumbled upon it and Vivian Maier is now one of my favourite photographers. &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;John Maloof, the blogger that has many of Maier's negatives, found/bought them at an auction (i should get myself to one. haha although i probably wouldn't be able to purchase anything. i need to find more garage/yard sales in boston/cambridge this semester once the weather's nice.)  and started to blog/post Ms. Maier's photos.  (you can read more about it on his site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/TNw4n5vjuCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/svKE8r5vxUg/S220/CHI-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/TNw4n5vjuCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/svKE8r5vxUg/S220/CHI-1200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (photo courtesy of http://vivianmaier.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that street photography is so intriguing. in fact, if i could actually make a living out of it/didn't have some antagonizing (but also justifiably so) ppl asking me why i'm taking photos of them etc. i would want to do street photography.  anywho, her composition is awesome and timing is great and almost all if not all of her photos i've seen so far have impressed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These are a couple I really liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTtSTLlt-Yg/TVVQ_UulQxI/AAAAAAAABDA/CalRdP-GxtM/s400/55-107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTtSTLlt-Yg/TVVQ_UulQxI/AAAAAAAABDA/CalRdP-GxtM/s400/55-107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/TPfAEklQCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/i6QYUI0Pk94/s400/54-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/TPfAEklQCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/i6QYUI0Pk94/s400/54-51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSkBTMz7gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sYZ7JQPkHVs/s1600/CHI-865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvSkBTMz7gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sYZ7JQPkHVs/s1600/CHI-865.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you can't see, it says on the bottom, "BUY THEM HERE!". this may be my favourite haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvQxH64gacI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XjxgqHtlPmU/s1600/CHI-1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/SvQxH64gacI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XjxgqHtlPmU/s1600/CHI-1005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one reminds me of the twin girls from 'the shining' except less creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7229203223161372549?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7229203223161372549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/vivian-maier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7229203223161372549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7229203223161372549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/vivian-maier.html' title='Vivian Maier'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUrw6ooCZj4/TNw4n5vjuCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/svKE8r5vxUg/s72-c/CHI-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1259426119210593898</id><published>2011-02-10T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:11:58.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera, New Photos?</title><content type='html'>So over break I bought (I say "I" but really it's my father and I. went halfsies) a new dSLR.  Went on an internal debate right before break between Canon Rebel Ti2 (i think. haha) and Nikon d3100.  everyone was telling me to get Canon, but both are great cameras/no real big difference, so what did I do? I chose Nikon, where my heart was set on.  So a few days after being home, my pops and I went to Best Buy after work and ba-boom! bought that sucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nikon-d3100.i-smartbuy.com/nikon%20d3100%20digital%20slr%20camera%20image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 239px;" src="http://nikon-d3100.i-smartbuy.com/nikon%20d3100%20digital%20slr%20camera%20image-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been playing with it for about two months now.  I like it a lot cause my photos are coming out clearier and less noisy.  But when it's set on AF, it won't let me take some photos if the subject's too close which is a real bummer and annoying.  But i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ghBbejEicg/TVSQainW-XI/AAAAAAAAEGA/4_Sgom0v1yA/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ghBbejEicg/TVSQainW-XI/AAAAAAAAEGA/4_Sgom0v1yA/s200/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572237424607033714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01h_lUH0sVw/TVSQa3jYgVI/AAAAAAAAEGI/NiBXedL6tQ8/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01h_lUH0sVw/TVSQa3jYgVI/AAAAAAAAEGI/NiBXedL6tQ8/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572237430227501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHowFOoOsDY/TVSQbYFjpmI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/dc6TMgLtn3E/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHowFOoOsDY/TVSQbYFjpmI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/dc6TMgLtn3E/s200/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572237438960772706" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9UK4fU3OEs/TVSQbQdiK7I/AAAAAAAAEGY/xevuBS6xJ7w/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9UK4fU3OEs/TVSQbQdiK7I/AAAAAAAAEGY/xevuBS6xJ7w/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572237436913855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my first few photos w/ the nikon using Auto mode b/c i'm a noob and didn't have time to read the manual/figure shizz out. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9xrRK0soI4/TVSTIiMibPI/AAAAAAAAEGg/PPmCDtuSSug/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9xrRK0soI4/TVSTIiMibPI/AAAAAAAAEGg/PPmCDtuSSug/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572240413791775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sox-y! he kept posing for me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIaxFQulh2Q/TVSTI3nvqbI/AAAAAAAAEGo/G7wO1JR051k/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIaxFQulh2Q/TVSTI3nvqbI/AAAAAAAAEGo/G7wO1JR051k/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572240419543034290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyy Tyler! :D so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhg40JG4B90/TVSTJEvbTtI/AAAAAAAAEGw/y4o0ysfpI5E/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhg40JG4B90/TVSTJEvbTtI/AAAAAAAAEGw/y4o0ysfpI5E/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572240423064915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my b-friends in italy right now. this had a nice natural glow to it, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first show of the semester was also my first show w/ the nikon! didn't totally work out, but experience, practice, practice s'more, etc. i'm not entirely sure where i'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxQysKdxwyI/TVSZsCvirOI/AAAAAAAAEG4/T_GTslfUdvo/s1600/untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxQysKdxwyI/TVSZsCvirOI/AAAAAAAAEG4/T_GTslfUdvo/s200/untitled-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572247620893715682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band, Xylos, opened for Tapes 'n Tapes @ Paradise.  They weren't all that great, but fun enough to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band, Oberhofer, was better but got super repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IdXiKa5mD0/TVSZsZNoTNI/AAAAAAAAEHA/QQDXKBc_Mz4/s1600/untitled-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IdXiKa5mD0/TVSZsZNoTNI/AAAAAAAAEHA/QQDXKBc_Mz4/s200/untitled-66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572247626925493458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-cgrpYIRUY/TVSZsjyR-xI/AAAAAAAAEHI/q5iyAZ1ZsPQ/s1600/untitled-69.jpg"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-cgrpYIRUY/TVSZsjyR-xI/AAAAAAAAEHI/q5iyAZ1ZsPQ/s200/untitled-69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572247629763574546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, there's this photo i like but there's a head on the bottom. I don't know how i feel about it. my eyes aren't drawn to it immediately, but i do notice it later. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really into watching performer's feet for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcECgMisUBE/TVSZsy0vJDI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Kh_LrNt5TBk/s1600/untitled-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcECgMisUBE/TVSZsy0vJDI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Kh_LrNt5TBk/s200/untitled-114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572247633800406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Tapes 'n Tapes bassist.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etBEd1RN6Ko/TVSZtFKc26I/AAAAAAAAEHY/bYswPSBYIec/s1600/untitled-133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etBEd1RN6Ko/TVSZtFKc26I/AAAAAAAAEHY/bYswPSBYIec/s200/untitled-133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572247638723320738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Tapes 'n Tapes super hipster drummer that I had a crush on for a night haha he was a pretty good drummer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to another show, Wakey!Wakey! and the Spring Standards, and definitely like the spring standards way more now.  met with two of them and they were uber nice.  don't really have any great photos from the show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been using the video option on the nikon and it's really not all that great, especially the microphone.  i'm thinking i'm going to try and change the file to jpeg for video and see if it makes a difference.  got another two shows (potentially two) next week to practice s'more. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in high hopes that I will actually post more than two entries a month in the future.  but i'm not unrealistic. haha it's great to be in a photo class now b/c I have photo assignments and a photo lab to work in and someone critiquing my work and I really want to upload two photos I took at the preschool but I can't since it's of the preschoolers. sigh.  wish I had more time to go 'sploring.  once the weather's less crappy, I will just screw some hw and go out and shoot some photos. also want to read more. but with what time? good question. will make do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1259426119210593898?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1259426119210593898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-camera-new-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1259426119210593898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1259426119210593898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-camera-new-photos.html' title='New Camera, New Photos?'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ghBbejEicg/TVSQainW-XI/AAAAAAAAEGA/4_Sgom0v1yA/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-8446068970982156084</id><published>2010-11-24T01:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:26:09.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumford &amp; Sons Post Dos</title><content type='html'>So remember back in April (I talk as if i have an audience. ha-ha) when i was freaking out about this group called Mumford &amp;amp; Sons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well those craigslist tickets were in my possession a few weeks later thanks to the help of my best friend, michelle, and I SAW THEM. AND IT WAS SPECTACULAR. and then i saw that they were going to perform on Late Night w/ Jimmy Fallon and that I could enter a contest on Jimmy Fallon's site to go to the live filming of the show and SEE MUMFORD &amp;amp; SONS LIVE (AGAIN!). SO I DID IT. AND I GOT THE TICKETS! unfortunately i couldn't find someone to go w/ me b/c becca was still homestuck w/ a cut leg (short story involving a recently sharped shovel). and no one was free/wanted to go. BUT IT WAS STILL AMAZING. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i post about them again, you ask? (again, i speak tis if I had someone listening) b/c in august i saw that they were yet again touring north america (CAN YOU SAY HALLELUJAH!?) and what did I do but find a buddy to go to the boston show at HOB and thankfully my trusty friend kristie said sure and I GOT THOSE TICKETS, BABY. fo sho. i wasn't going to have another craigslist episode happen. i got wayyyyyy lucky with that one. and so I waited patiently for about 3ish months until the epic day, 11.11.10 came. And it came. And I saw. And my heart was yet again conquered. (cheeeeeeseee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy as my day began that day, and crappier as my health deteriorated as I stood waiting for M&amp;amp;Ss to go on stage, even through my failing to stand straight anymore, THEY PUT ON POSSIBLY THE BEST SHOW I'VE EVER BEEN TO. not that i've been to a wholleee lot. but damn! i love it when shows have good lighting! and did they ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu-0m-qcI/AAAAAAAAEFI/ctznHy3qH7M/s1600/DSCN8934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu-0m-qcI/AAAAAAAAEFI/ctznHy3qH7M/s200/DSCN8934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542997635683494338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu_MOhpDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LLk3NklqgDU/s1600/DSCN8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu_MOhpDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LLk3NklqgDU/s200/DSCN8938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542997642023380018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu_Rwq_BI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tNXjCebpd3M/s1600/DSCN8937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu_Rwq_BI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tNXjCebpd3M/s200/DSCN8937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542997643508775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's a chip on your shoulder girl, and by God it'll make you fall if you let it take a part of your soul.' ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring my fujifilm b/c HOB usually has a no camera policy and i saw both times i've been there before, ppl w/ point and shoots so i brought mine and this is as good as it was going to get. but i loveeeeddd their performance so much. it was definitely one of those they liked the performance too performances. WHICH ARE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see them live again. honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-8446068970982156084?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8446068970982156084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/11/mumford-sons-post-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8446068970982156084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8446068970982156084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/11/mumford-sons-post-dos.html' title='Mumford &amp; Sons Post Dos'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TOyu-0m-qcI/AAAAAAAAEFI/ctznHy3qH7M/s72-c/DSCN8934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-29809499104985034</id><published>2010-10-12T23:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:06:07.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st semester of my 2nd year (numbers of my birdday har har).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUu_LOUWQI/AAAAAAAAECY/I8S5KKV8Ijw/s1600/DSCF8366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUu_LOUWQI/AAAAAAAAECY/I8S5KKV8Ijw/s320/DSCF8366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527375780546631938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing my 2nd year roommate, michelle. crazy yet totally awesome. : ] loves pokemon, singing, &amp;amp; forgetting ppl's names. (okay so she doesn't love the last one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUwe29ZY9I/AAAAAAAAECw/6W-dXFuB7KA/s1600/DSCF8604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUwe29ZY9I/AAAAAAAAECw/6W-dXFuB7KA/s320/DSCF8604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527377424374391762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet my new neighbors: abbey and annie also known as primate-sloth-among-other-random-shiz-loving girl and her normal roommate. : ]  met abby at the door and the rest, as they say, is history. or the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUvcGYmC1I/AAAAAAAAECg/qcsoO6UZoc0/s1600/DSCF8457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUvcGYmC1I/AAAAAAAAECg/qcsoO6UZoc0/s320/DSCF8457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527376277463763794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUvcewvtMI/AAAAAAAAECo/D2KTTfFqjsY/s1600/DSCF8458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUvcewvtMI/AAAAAAAAECo/D2KTTfFqjsY/s320/DSCF8458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527376284007511234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first newbury comics free show aka my last newbury comics free show. (unless it's someone really really really really really worth it and i wasn't going to see them in concert later that day.) jenny &amp;amp; johnny (jenny lewis from rilo kiley) went w/ my new concert buddy, erica, waited on line outside for 2 hours, stood in a really poorly configured room for a show, and proceeded to watch the 15 minute set behind a little girl who was sitting on someone's shoulders. -.- luckily i'm not that big of a fan of jenny's or else that girl would be down. for sure. (just saying, i wouldn't actually knock her down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrbCZ_qI/AAAAAAAAEC4/auGqWEzc8-Q/s1600/DSCF8472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrbCZ_qI/AAAAAAAAEC4/auGqWEzc8-Q/s200/DSCF8472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378739729137314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrgfz1OI/AAAAAAAAEDA/nr2o5xDY2UI/s1600/DSCF8474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrgfz1OI/AAAAAAAAEDA/nr2o5xDY2UI/s200/DSCF8474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378741194642658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrxBMMwI/AAAAAAAAEDI/NeGO9HPBeZA/s1600/DSCF8489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUxrxBMMwI/AAAAAAAAEDI/NeGO9HPBeZA/s200/DSCF8489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527378745629618946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally made it to the SoWa market in south end. (i make it sound like i've been determined to go to this for years now  when in reality i've only known of it for one. ha!) after a couple twists and turns, natasha and i made it and at first were like eh? farmer's market? and then followed the crowd and found the art. the expensive but awesome art. wanted a whale plushie but that was $25. ouch. one day, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyw7jsvMI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/gUVsegnd-jM/s1600/DSCF8511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyw7jsvMI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/gUVsegnd-jM/s200/DSCF8511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379933869685954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxCYOA9I/AAAAAAAAEDY/2Y6fKPZbv6E/s1600/DSCF8537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxCYOA9I/AAAAAAAAEDY/2Y6fKPZbv6E/s200/DSCF8537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379935700583378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxzWvjaI/AAAAAAAAEDo/dhooM7HbcBI/s1600/DSCF8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxzWvjaI/AAAAAAAAEDo/dhooM7HbcBI/s200/DSCF8530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379948847730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the zoo we go! abbey had to go to the franklin park zoo for her bio anthro class and so what did i do? i tagged along of course. adventure time! we legitimately watched the gorillas for 2 hours. and i probably could have watched them for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxsJh4UI/AAAAAAAAEDg/MeGXpWSP9tw/s1600/DSCF8557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyxsJh4UI/AAAAAAAAEDg/MeGXpWSP9tw/s200/DSCF8557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379946913259842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; their fingers must be insanely strong. and their feet?! i could stare at them forever. soooo weiiirdddly awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyyCw9A2I/AAAAAAAAEDw/hBn9ztw2Lho/s1600/DSCF8598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUyyCw9A2I/AAAAAAAAEDw/hBn9ztw2Lho/s200/DSCF8598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527379952984195938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; on the way back to the T, we found Jack. he is our shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU50e2hruI/AAAAAAAAED4/zsgyJNQ7T7Q/s1600/DSCF8619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU50e2hruI/AAAAAAAAED4/zsgyJNQ7T7Q/s320/DSCF8619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387691464896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU50Qcj6UI/AAAAAAAAEEA/udf6ST21--A/s1600/DSCF8630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU50Qcj6UI/AAAAAAAAEEA/udf6ST21--A/s320/DSCF8630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527387687597893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first show of the year! born ruffians @ middle east. and first encounter of the biggest douchebag in my short life! i punched his fat back. outside that mess, born ruffians. ohmycheese. they are so great live. like so great. (that made me sound so intelligent..) the drummer is so awesome w/ his funky beats, and luke is so dreamy.. haha would definitely see them again. met the drummer, awesome dude. tried to pick up the fangirl in front of me w/ the pick-up line, "you have amazing eyes." haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7YaBRWbI/AAAAAAAAEEI/-bRI0EdIHFE/s1600/DSCF8641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7YaBRWbI/AAAAAAAAEEI/-bRI0EdIHFE/s320/DSCF8641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527389408154704306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7YXbV-rI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/a5-iO-QQhxI/s1600/DSCF8654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7YXbV-rI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/a5-iO-QQhxI/s320/DSCF8654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527389407458753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd show just two days afterwards : D love. anywho, Ra Ra Riot @ Royale (very nyc/clubby venue, reminded me of a smaller webster) Ra Ra Riot finally played new songs (not that I mind the Rhumb Line songs). so great per usual. i for some odd reason or another like the 2nd photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7Y-Pki8I/AAAAAAAAEEY/RVFvFj5Et-E/s1600/DSCF8672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU7Y-Pki8I/AAAAAAAAEEY/RVFvFj5Et-E/s320/DSCF8672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527389417878358978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;! FINALLY MET SOMEONE FROM RA RA RIOT. Wes : D and he signed my record. i wish i had more substantial things to say to these musicians than just 'you're awesome!' haha.. but at least it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8ZOzoLyI/AAAAAAAAEEg/nZDVDmRcXzc/s1600/DSCF8674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8ZOzoLyI/AAAAAAAAEEg/nZDVDmRcXzc/s320/DSCF8674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390521836187426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8mrJyPjI/AAAAAAAAEFA/FCWdcqSTU2Q/s1600/DSCF8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8mrJyPjI/AAAAAAAAEFA/FCWdcqSTU2Q/s200/DSCF8690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390752783613490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8Zz5JyCI/AAAAAAAAEEw/rf_wIjvHm2w/s1600/DSCF8683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLU8Zz5JyCI/AAAAAAAAEEw/rf_wIjvHm2w/s320/DSCF8683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527390531791472674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PB &amp;amp; J night : ]. that's coded if you couldn't figure that out. haha twas fun and chill. that thing tesla is ahh-ing from (twss. haha and pun. i rule) is the sperm-looking breadstick we found in the papajohn's box. someone had a dirty mind while making it.. (or the customer does..cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus back to midterm studying. must start posting more photos. must take more photos. must go on more excursions. not in that order. but all musts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-29809499104985034?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/29809499104985034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-1st-semester-of-my-2nd-year-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/29809499104985034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/29809499104985034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-1st-semester-of-my-2nd-year-numbers.html' title='my 1st semester of my 2nd year (numbers of my birdday har har).'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/TLUu_LOUWQI/AAAAAAAAECY/I8S5KKV8Ijw/s72-c/DSCF8366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-5788179727332768052</id><published>2010-09-23T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:14:02.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>i am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/span&gt; by C.S. Lewis for my religion course. i read this part in book 3, chapter 6 that literally gave me a 'he just explained  what i felt in articulated words' feeling.  I've only read it twice and a half, but I think it correlates my thoughts damn well. I'll read it again another time and see if it still is, but for now it's like wow, finally someone can say what I wanted to say on the topic of love. It's a bit of a chunk of a paragraph, but please read it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we call 'being in love' is a glorious state, and, in several ways, good for us.  It helps to make us generous and courageous, it opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty, and it subordinates (especially at first) our merely animal sexuality; in that sense, love is the great conqueror of lust.  No one in his senses would deny that being in love is far better than either common sensuality or cold self-centredness.  But, as I said before, 'the most dangerous thing you can do is to take any one impulse of our own nature and set it up as the thing you ought to follow at all costs'.  Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing.  There are many things below it, but there are also things above it.  You cannot make it the basis of a whole life.  It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling.  Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all.  Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go.  And in fact, whatever people say, the state called 'being in love' usually does not last.  If the old fairy-tale ending 'They lived happily ever after' is taken to mean 'They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married', then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were.  Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years?  What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships?  But, of course, ceasing to be 'in love' need not mean ceasing to love.  Love in this second sense-- love as distinct from 'being in love'-- is not merely a feeling.  It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God.  They can have this love for each other even at those moments when you do not like yourself.  They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else.  'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise.  It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-5788179727332768052?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5788179727332768052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5788179727332768052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5788179727332768052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1896409406338946918</id><published>2010-09-22T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:02:02.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy</title><content type='html'>Chips Ahoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1896409406338946918?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1896409406338946918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1896409406338946918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1896409406338946918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahoy.html' title='Ahoy'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-2807143647719796009</id><published>2010-04-24T22:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:58:31.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumford &amp; Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/wp-content/media/2009/11/Mumford_barber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 404px;" src="http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/wp-content/media/2009/11/Mumford_barber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.track4-info.de/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Mumford-Sons-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup  that's them.  The last time I really really obsessively fell in love  with a band was when I started listening to Snow Patrol.  I have  multiple levels of in-love-ness with bands/artists but Snow Patrol is on  its own level, and to even consider having another band be on that  level is pretty incredible--&gt; that's how much I really like mumford  &amp;amp; sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first found them through random trails of myspace  (they're the best ways to find music).  I remember liking 'Little Lion  Man' but not really following up with it b/c they're folky and i'm not  initially into folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sitting in BU Central, with my  headphones on but volume low, the music video for 'Little Lion Man'  comes on and I literally stop what I'm doing and go 'hey i know this  song, how do i know this song? this song is incredible.' i was very  entranced and could not stop looking at the screen.  That day and beyond  I googled, youtubed, myspaced, etc. the sh** out of mumford &amp;amp; sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;  marcus mumford is so attractive. tehe. (the one on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.track4-info.de/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Mumford-Sons-2-300x209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.track4-info.de/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Mumford-Sons-2-300x209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.track4-info.de/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Mumford-Sons-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  found out he's dating laura marling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bumpershine.com/wp-images/posts/laura_marling_uh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.bumpershine.com/wp-images/posts/laura_marling_uh4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(she actually kinda looks like anna faris in  'smiley face' here haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, so for the past month and maybe  half, I've been on a quest in search for tickets to see mumford &amp;amp;  sons live. two shows in nyc=sold out. show in boston the same day I'm  actually coming back to boston=sold out. the only show left? in philly.  and graciously one of my great friends, becca, was willing to come with  me to see them even though she knew not of them. she knew how  desperately i wanted to see them even through a facebook message.  (that's saying loads.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craigslist was very unsuccessful for I  wasn't willing to pay more than $25 for an originally $15 ticket, and  although philly became a likely option, it wasn't quite favorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAS.  wednesday, during a lecture (ha), at a low almost accepting the fact i  was not going to see them, I saw the girl in front of me on craigslist.   so I decided to go for it again, see if any new postings showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  had upped my price to $50 b/c becca and i went through the costs and if  we paid $50 for a nyc show, it'd be pretty much the same price for  transportation + ticket +food if we went to philly.  I saw a posting for  $55/ticket and I decided to e-mail the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'LO AND BEHOLD.  44 minutes later I received a message back! HALLELUJAH. saying he would  hold the tickets for me until wednesday (b/c he just left for a four day  trip to dc)  He has yet to reply to my meet when/where-ness but I  WAS/AM SO PSYCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I am trying to hold it down (twss)  b/c I do not have these tickets with me yet.  BUT ZOMG. and now I must  patiently wait (thankfully I have all this finals stuff to do to  preoccupy me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-2807143647719796009?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2807143647719796009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/mumford-sons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/2807143647719796009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/2807143647719796009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2010/04/mumford-sons.html' title='Mumford &amp; Sons'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-3064905080696064636</id><published>2009-12-17T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:22:04.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying is for studs. good thing i'm not one.</title><content type='html'>i don't know what possessed me to entitled this post as it is entitled but i'm tired and i don't want to study anymore and i really really shouldn't be complaining since i only have one final but still. freaking studying all day is really freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm going to update and make a new topicless entry b/c i'm in revolt for studying at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home in pretty much a day and a half. quite excited to be back for a good amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any photos to post up so here's my favourite Cyanide and Happiness comic. it makes me laugh every time.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've kinda needed a laugh after being in some bummer moods lately. : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/waldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 626px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/waldo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excitingly, i'm getting a trim/haircut this saturday. :D My hair is long and i want it to be shoulder-length. And i wouldn't mind, while i'm in flushing, having some hot soybean soup and egg-something i can't think of the translation right now, even if i have to wake up ridiculously (7am) early. oh and some wontons. mmm wontons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. this isn't much of a blog. more like xanga. haha but i like this format more so i'ma use it as i please. Okay i suppose it is about time for me to sink back into the vastness of environmental science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live long and prosper (oh man i'm so watching star trek again when i get home. spock, oh spock):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/05/19/alg_spock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 302px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/05/19/alg_spock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-3064905080696064636?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/3064905080696064636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/12/studying-is-for-studs-good-thing-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/3064905080696064636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/3064905080696064636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/12/studying-is-for-studs-good-thing-im-not.html' title='Studying is for studs. good thing i&apos;m not one.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-5683610597264336074</id><published>2009-12-09T19:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:37:54.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>Okay I don't know where this surge of wantingness is coming from but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt;. WANT. TO. SEE. SNOW PATROL LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as simple as that. And I hope by some miraculous chance that when I finally visit my aunt in ireland, they'll be playing somewhere near and i can go. I would pay whatever to see them live. (okay maybe like $100-MAX $150).  but i doubt they'd be that expensive (one would hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Justina/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/23683253/Snow+Patrol+SnowPatrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 654px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/23683253/Snow+Patrol+SnowPatrol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a new album out 'Up to Now' and there's this amazing package deal with like two/three vinyls and the cd plus a buttload of other merch and i would so pay for it but they're only selling it in the UK right now and I thought i could ask my aunt to pay for it and then i'd pay her back but she lives in south Ireland, which uses euros not pounds. ;oinas;oifnaw;oinsdf I just really want to see them live. So badly. i think they may just be my favourite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'M GETTING THE PACKAGE! (TWSS) MUCH LOVE TO MY AUNT AND UNCLE WHO LIVE IN IRELAND AND WERE WILLING TO GET THIS FOR ME. LOVE LOVE LOVE (TRISTAN PRETTYMAN).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-5683610597264336074?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5683610597264336074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-patrol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5683610597264336074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/5683610597264336074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-patrol.html' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-7765466453832830490</id><published>2009-11-24T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:18:02.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i buy star maps and drive my car around los angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/darwindeez"&gt;Darwin Deez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stylecaster.com/member_files/size/454x/blog_files/76922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.stylecaster.com/member_files/size/454x/blog_files/76922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him/them as the opening act for bishop allen @ middle east downstairs. They/him were fantastically fun. Danced awesomely, music'ed awesomely. And yeah he looks like your typical hippie/hipster whatever the eff you want to name it indie dude, but he is that in the sense that he is the legitimate type. IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first digged 'bad day.' it had such a fun beat, but the lyrics are too fun. i show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;i hope that the last the page of your 800 page novel is missing&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red mustang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you drop your keys i hope there's a sewer somewhere very nearby&lt;br /&gt;i hope that your team lost; i hope your new girl takes off with a new guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;(old version: and if you're out of clean sheets i hope your new girl takes off and it's clear why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to be your girlfriend so i could dump you&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to be your garbage man so i would never have to pick up your trash again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should wonder why your apartment is always so empty&lt;br /&gt;well i hope you get locked out of that apartment and have to call jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry if it ever is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;(courtesy of darwindeez.com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;I hope to see them/him again. The guitarist that i couldn't tell was male or female for a while was cute. not that that's the reason i would want to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;i really just love his songs. except 'lights on' but who knows. i may just grow to love it. love's funny that way, yah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="paragraph_style"&gt;we could be up in the CLOUUUDS.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Swt6foHmXQI/AAAAAAAAD8g/Gjo6BmGNz3M/s1600/DSCF2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Swt6foHmXQI/AAAAAAAAD8g/Gjo6BmGNz3M/s320/DSCF2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407550461352238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-7765466453832830490?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/7765466453832830490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-i-buy-star-maps-and-drive-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7765466453832830490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/7765466453832830490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-i-buy-star-maps-and-drive-my.html' title='you and i buy star maps and drive my car around los angeles'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Swt6foHmXQI/AAAAAAAAD8g/Gjo6BmGNz3M/s72-c/DSCF2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-1452438407064869206</id><published>2009-10-13T01:46:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:45:13.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-college.</title><content type='html'>so i'm here. let's just post some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVACgzaaUI/AAAAAAAAD6g/bRQgmw2UNxo/s1600-h/DSCF3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVACgzaaUI/AAAAAAAAD6g/bRQgmw2UNxo/s320/DSCF3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392286540755528002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my doggie that i miss. she came w/ the family to drop me off at Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVAtnvVQfI/AAAAAAAAD6w/29ZeQJWNERo/s1600-h/DSCF3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVAtnvVQfI/AAAAAAAAD6w/29ZeQJWNERo/s320/DSCF3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287281351836146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went exploring the first weekend and this is a random street performer at quincy market i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVBMPwJg5I/AAAAAAAAD64/fay6uflnsCQ/s1600-h/DSCF3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVBMPwJg5I/AAAAAAAAD64/fay6uflnsCQ/s320/DSCF3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287807488754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my first legitimate published photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVBvPnBSiI/AAAAAAAAD7A/GBjnnuoiuE8/s1600-h/DSCF3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVBvPnBSiI/AAAAAAAAD7A/GBjnnuoiuE8/s320/DSCF3384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288408745888290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sondre freaking lerche @ paradise rock club. my first boston show. very nice. : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVB-bP7g_I/AAAAAAAAD7I/LdLYPCU2fAs/s1600-h/DSCF3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVB-bP7g_I/AAAAAAAAD7I/LdLYPCU2fAs/s320/DSCF3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288669568304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to use the aperture function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVCh8OqU9I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/b-P-EDHleDw/s1600-h/DSCF3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVCh8OqU9I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/b-P-EDHleDw/s320/DSCF3436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289279716774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ college night @ mfa, bison. i think i may love bison.  anyway, this photo came out unfocused, but i think it adds some to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVC9K3L0lI/AAAAAAAAD7g/6WrAxlUYK5g/s1600-h/DSCF3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVC9K3L0lI/AAAAAAAAD7g/6WrAxlUYK5g/s320/DSCF3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289747501306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my second boston show also @ paradise. ra ra riot w/ princeton and maps &amp;amp; atlases. it is pretty much hands down my favourite show so far in my life. every single act was effing great. so much love that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVDfA6F8iI/AAAAAAAAD7w/56SEz428GuE/s1600-h/DSCF3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVDfA6F8iI/AAAAAAAAD7w/56SEz428GuE/s320/DSCF3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392290328944701986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a friend of a friend who lives on my floor haha and who has been quite helpful and willing to teach me photography stuff helped me figure out which setting might be best to shoot in this sort of setting and my photos have come out freaking better. it also may have been because i was closer.. but still. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hurr is jesse kivel from princeton. he danced a little in 'shout it out' which was uber cute. i still dig the drummer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVESg9Tl7I/AAAAAAAAD74/YiIP9mFIUMs/s1600-h/DSCF3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVESg9Tl7I/AAAAAAAAD74/YiIP9mFIUMs/s320/DSCF3586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392291213721442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wes miles may have intentionally turned and posed for my camera, but i highly doubt it. i was just lucky that he turned as i was about to click. this photo is great in the since that it clear and i love the background people if anything, but the stupid head on the right i don't know if i like it or not yet and the more and more i see this photo, the more and more i'm not so in love with it. but i still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVFM1ATK5I/AAAAAAAAD8A/cv7_UHlV_N4/s1600-h/DSCF3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVFM1ATK5I/AAAAAAAAD8A/cv7_UHlV_N4/s320/DSCF3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392292215535119250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is probably my favourite self-portrait done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really want my record player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVFc5gqsLI/AAAAAAAAD8I/Xa8IKDSz0LA/s1600-h/DSCF3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVFc5gqsLI/AAAAAAAAD8I/Xa8IKDSz0LA/s320/DSCF3618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392292491622527154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taking photos for dfp &amp;amp; i like this photo b/c it looks like a photojournalistic photo. just wish i got the rest of that girl's head. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVIXSSt5GI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/3oeu66RJGAE/s1600-h/DSCF3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVIXSSt5GI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/3oeu66RJGAE/s320/DSCF3735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392295693730571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there be penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been making a lot of little friends. no real close friends yet but alls well i suppose. until next pms at least. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever see someone and go "i really want to be that person's friend"? and then feel sucky b/c you don't know how to get to be that person's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got these kick ass boots even though i have 3 pairs of boots already. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11:43 and i should be doing some work so i don't have it all piled up on thursday night. THE OFFICE night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wall has been decorated a bit. and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wish my facebook photo albums weren't the main of my photos. it's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wanna be artie, the world's strongest man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-1452438407064869206?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/1452438407064869206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/college.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1452438407064869206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/1452438407064869206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/10/college.html' title='-college.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/StVACgzaaUI/AAAAAAAAD6g/bRQgmw2UNxo/s72-c/DSCF3244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-8037673684154332759</id><published>2009-08-16T02:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:48:40.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dakota Skye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neutek.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/xrin8l8wffh1is23jtw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.neutek.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/xrin8l8wffh1is23jtw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching 'Dakota Skye' and although at first i had my judgments on it b/c the quality of the filming was not superb, thus usually making the material not so great, but even with the predictable lines, it was a.) easily negated w/ awesome, simplistic lines, and/or b.) said in a way that was forgettable (the predictableness, i mean). Definitely when this movie finished I couldn't picture any other word than simple. It put things that stories are often scripted around for like a 1.5-2 hours movie into really really simplistic lines. maybe it's b/c i'm pms-ing, but i felt clarity when watching those lines come out of the movie. it wasn't an epiphany or revelation. i don't feel particularly OH MY GOODNESS THIS MOVIE IS GOD. but i do feel like Huhn. that hits the spot of what i try to say. or it's really honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i try not to declare my love for a movie at least until a day or two afterwards since i tend to like some movies after i see them, but every once in a while i find one i just can't resist in calling a favourite. if i don't find it so later, i will just delete it from my favourites. simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so if the chance arises, do watch this. give it a chance before you shun it away as an emo, indie, poorly scripted movie. the acting really surprised me, especially in ian nelson as jonah. (hill haha just kidding.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-8037673684154332759?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8037673684154332759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/dakota-skye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8037673684154332759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8037673684154332759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/08/dakota-skye.html' title='Dakota Skye'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-8274566917820058749</id><published>2009-07-17T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:47:45.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i was running around hoping to find somebody like the one</title><content type='html'>Still listening to 'skin and bones'-charlene kaye, and in the car, riding to 'inside out'-katie costello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling any time real soon the electricity is going to go b/c of all this dunder. but it's okay! cause i have a MAC now and my battery even after watching a movie is at 1:07. : D i wish i could share this song on this post but i can't. at least not until i receive the cd. i'm supposed to get that and the silent years' new ep.&lt;br /&gt;i got a call yesterday from a guy from sidecho records that the silent years is a part of now and apparently they made the shipping cost to high so instead of repaying us, customers, we're getting a free __. i got a free the pale pacific ep. they're okay didn't relaly listen to much, but i can dig the ep i think. i just really want this charlene kaye cd to come in so i can put 'skin and bones' on my ipod and i won't have to stay up an extra 2 hours at my lappy instead of staying in my comfy bed. well.. i could bring my lappy to bed, but i have nowhere to put it after i want to sleep seeing that i have no shelf space from all the crap +cd/dvds/books around. oops. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw harry potter with michelle and joshua today. didn't expect it to be the greatest since i haven't been impressed with the potter (haha i first typed pooter) movie series ever since the 3rd film (prisoner of azkaban) (wow i'm listening with my noise-cancelling headphones and i can still hear the raindrops above my head from the thin, one pane skylight window) anywho, it was still nice to see though. it wasn't bad, but nothing on my favourites list. too much concentration on social stuff like teenage love and stuff. definitely needs more action. where is all the kick ass details that j.k. rowling put in her novel? i mean the death eaters went into hogwarts, snarled and smirked and blew up the great hall and hagrid's hut? okay? yeah? no terrorizing the teachers or people or anything?&lt;br /&gt;michelle brought up a good point afterwards too; where the eff was voldemort? we saw little tom riddle and teenaged tom riddle, but where was voldemort? was ralph fiennes too busy to do a few scenes as voldemort? (not to sound mean, but actually asking) i'd like to know. but i did cry when dumbledore died, they didn't over do that one, thankfully. I cried when i read it and i definitely cried here. i'm glad they put that he was in the frame of the headmaster's office though, cause i remember in the book i was like why can't harry just go talk to him there. but yeah. would i see the movie again in theater? no. i'm much more excited for the special features/interviews on dvd honestly. hahah but i'm hoping the next book will be better in theater since its split into two parts, thus hopefully putting more good details and ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i finally got, after two months of waiting, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride and prejudice and zombies&lt;/span&gt;. i think i'm going to like it, but i only read a few pages. i'll write about it in the next maybe. if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog can jump pretty damn high.  this is my favourite picture of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SmEpRRG2jsI/AAAAAAAAD0c/n9Pv372LIQc/s1600-h/DSCF2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SmEpRRG2jsI/AAAAAAAAD0c/n9Pv372LIQc/s320/DSCF2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359610408174259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***just wanted to point out that i know that they can't cover all the details from the book, but i feel like they could have done better. but it was still good cause harry potter can't really go wrong : D haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-8274566917820058749?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/8274566917820058749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-running-around-hoping-to-find.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8274566917820058749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/8274566917820058749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-running-around-hoping-to-find.html' title='i was running around hoping to find somebody like the one'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SmEpRRG2jsI/AAAAAAAAD0c/n9Pv372LIQc/s72-c/DSCF2140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-2132539219500774572</id><published>2009-07-13T00:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:15:44.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I recently went to a place called Italy.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; Paris, but mostly Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't exactly plan to take amazing photos there (except it's hard not to take a good photo when everything there is amazing and photogenic) but i did find some good-ers among my snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Slq_kFArYEI/AAAAAAAADzw/s07oTKN-Tcc/s1600-h/DSCF2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Slq_kFArYEI/AAAAAAAADzw/s07oTKN-Tcc/s320/DSCF2430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357805333251842114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic eiffel not SOOO classic picture of it. but still can be seen by many phototakers. i still love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about how much i don't use this, and how much i would probably use it if it were more of a personal blog than just photos. maybe i'll do a switcharoo and actually use it as a personal blog while also posting up pictures when i can/have the will to do so. but right now i just want to talk about this song i just found that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watching 'A Very Potter Musical' i found the guy playing harry potter to be super cute and i liked his voice a lot and his skills on guitar made me mush a little. So i googled him (obvious turn of events) and found his name to be darren criss. found his myspace, hardly listened to one song, and then i saw on his youtube vids a music video with this asian girl who keeps coming up and so i was curious to find out if they're dating so i can be uber jealous of her and then get over it within half a day. cause that's how i roll.&lt;br /&gt;anywho, so her name's charlene kaye and after watching this one music video of the song 'Skin and Bones', i sincerely started to dig her. I don't so much like 'magnolia wine' but i think i may like 'strike a chord'. so impulsively, or not so impulsively, more like 'justina-impulsively', i bought her cd b/c a.) i wanted 'skin &amp;amp; bones' but i didn't want to just buy her one song if i ended up liking her shit and then having to buy the whole album and then having the feeling of stupidity for spending $1+cents for a song i was getting on the buying of the whole album.&lt;br /&gt;so i bought the whole damn cd.&lt;br /&gt;in hopes that i will like all her songs.&lt;br /&gt;but i really dig that one song, 'skin and bones'. it's just so..good. totally me atm. i guess i really do like soft sounds. but i can dig hard sounds. i don't know. maybe it's just my mood now. cause i just recently was digging katie costello. good sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so i just re-read 'the perks of being a wallflower' and i realized i totally missed a big important point when i read it the first time. i'm not going to mention it cause i'm still embarrassed for missing it the first time, but damn. anywho, i'm going to re-read 'half-blood prince' maybe tonight or tomorrow cause i want it to be fresh in the head before i see the movie. can't wait, it's my favourite hp book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. i should probably post another picture,  but having to search through thumbnails is a bitch and i could iphoto it, but i'm too lazy cause it's 1:08 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrBsmvNUrI/AAAAAAAADz4/WL-nKrP-we8/s1600-h/DSCF2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrBsmvNUrI/AAAAAAAADz4/WL-nKrP-we8/s320/DSCF2638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357807678767583922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dude shutters are effing awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrCGI90KSI/AAAAAAAAD0A/hTWy5ujJaTs/s1600-h/DSCF2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrCGI90KSI/AAAAAAAAD0A/hTWy5ujJaTs/s320/DSCF2682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357808117452384546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture's not all that special, but the comment joanne made was insane in the membrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hold on. let me consult my pidgeon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrCc868LlI/AAAAAAAAD0I/nbbnrdIXfu8/s1600-h/DSCF3109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SlrCc868LlI/AAAAAAAAD0I/nbbnrdIXfu8/s320/DSCF3109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357808509356093010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was the zoomed out version. i took a zoomer version, and a zoomest version. i loved the lighting and the somewhat sillohette. did i spell that correctly? firefox's little red underline misspeller thing didn't pop up , but it looks so wrong. i'ma google it. missing a 'u'. sillouhette. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i have a bunch o' photos from europe, and when i'm finally not lazy, i'll post them on picasa for family and if anyone's interested who somehow plopped on this small, petite blog, they can look too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-2132539219500774572?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/2132539219500774572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-recently-went-to-place-called.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/2132539219500774572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/2132539219500774572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-recently-went-to-place-called.html' title='So I recently went to a place called Italy.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Slq_kFArYEI/AAAAAAAADzw/s07oTKN-Tcc/s72-c/DSCF2430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-752026785534936191</id><published>2009-04-01T21:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:33.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fail.</title><content type='html'>So as i predicted but hoped it wouldn't come true, I failed epically in doing the weekly photos. i could even do bi-weekly. but at least i have some photos to share that I liked that i've taken since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ra Ra Riot concert @ Webster Hall, 04.04.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VfgHZW5I/AAAAAAAADQc/Ji5phqVapS4/s1600-h/DSCF1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VfgHZW5I/AAAAAAAADQc/Ji5phqVapS4/s320/DSCF1069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331441164817619858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lighting @ this show was so nice. especially since it wasn't red, where i can't get one picture focused when the lighting is red. why is that? anyway this photo has a trippy feel b/c of of the lack of clarity and i don't know how i did it, besides that my shutter speed must have been slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VgBXXgZI/AAAAAAAADQk/FPwRPxPhAZ0/s1600-h/DSCF1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VgBXXgZI/AAAAAAAADQk/FPwRPxPhAZ0/s320/DSCF1077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331441173742977426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't LOVE this photo, but i think it's pretty nice as a thumbnail.  when you see it closer though, her face isn't very focused, and I wish it were more. but yeah, this photo definitely emphasizes the lovely lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0Vgd38znI/AAAAAAAADQs/WtJQ7oa2ops/s1600-h/DSCF1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0Vgd38znI/AAAAAAAADQs/WtJQ7oa2ops/s320/DSCF1098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331441181395832434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah so i really wanted this shot, b/c of his hand going up towards the ceiling and my perspective, being below the stage, would have gave his reach more emphasis, but as being below the and not sticking my arm out high enough, I got someone's head. it's quite difficult to maneuver yourself into a position in the audience of a show when you're not 6ft+, dont want to be the obnoxious person who is constantly having their arm up in some other person's/people's face(s) and want to enjoy the show at the same time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0X2BdWKKI/AAAAAAAADRE/V1_T8AucICo/s1600-h/DSCF1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0X2BdWKKI/AAAAAAAADRE/V1_T8AucICo/s320/DSCF1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331443750748432546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah another photo that i would have really liked if not for the person's head in it. the would-be's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0Vgktw6QI/AAAAAAAADQ8/rDm7106gIiI/s1600-h/DSCF1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0Vgktw6QI/AAAAAAAADQ8/rDm7106gIiI/s320/DSCF1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331441183232157954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VgZu2LaI/AAAAAAAADQ0/ouEWwH8OsZ0/s1600-h/DSCF1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VgZu2LaI/AAAAAAAADQ0/ouEWwH8OsZ0/s320/DSCF1100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331441180283907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birds fighting on my deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0X2f_5OXI/AAAAAAAADRM/PSpACpawhNY/s1600-h/DSCF0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0X2f_5OXI/AAAAAAAADRM/PSpACpawhNY/s320/DSCF0986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331443758946400626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it looks like they're kissing or something, but they were being vicious. I didn't know if it was playing or for real, but after one of the birds seem to really be pinning the other down, I knocked on the sliding door window pane and they just flew off togeher. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NJ Key Club District Convention '09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0ZErTsnWI/AAAAAAAADRU/dvwP7Gvlf00/s1600-h/DSCF1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0ZErTsnWI/AAAAAAAADRU/dvwP7Gvlf00/s320/DSCF1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445102012046690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept help but like this one, EXCEPT the stupid sunspot on his face. if he was moved just a little to the left, it would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0ZEhKAibI/AAAAAAAADRc/xOaFoP_ekK0/s1600-h/DSCF1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0ZEhKAibI/AAAAAAAADRc/xOaFoP_ekK0/s320/DSCF1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445099287054770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one isn't GREAT, but it's somewhat memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's it. i've been trying to use my father's film camera. went to a nearby pond/park to take some photos. hopefully my next project that I can post is a 180 panoramic (inspiration courtesy of michtseng).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-752026785534936191?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/752026785534936191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/752026785534936191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/752026785534936191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/04/fail.html' title='fail.'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sf0VfgHZW5I/AAAAAAAADQc/Ji5phqVapS4/s72-c/DSCF1069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-4560031828253899351</id><published>2009-03-02T19:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:35:48.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks 02.15.09-02.21.09, 02.22.09-02.28.09</title><content type='html'>oops forgot to update last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Lighting always seems makes pictures look better. For example, I could take many ugly, i mean interesting, photos of the subject, Joanne, and it would still look pretty good.  Except I kinda wish I didn't get her forehead in the sunlight while the rest of her is not the same tone. Doesn't seem to work with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9EbSHTMI/AAAAAAAADPg/-Y78a5AmMrM/s1600-h/DSCF9992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9EbSHTMI/AAAAAAAADPg/-Y78a5AmMrM/s320/DSCF9992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755575759654082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9D7sadHI/AAAAAAAADPY/8jxHF4vmRLg/s1600-h/DSCF9990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9D7sadHI/AAAAAAAADPY/8jxHF4vmRLg/s320/DSCF9990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755567280026738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9Ddw-kWI/AAAAAAAADPQ/CBtjlbj_TUA/s1600-h/DSCF9989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9Ddw-kWI/AAAAAAAADPQ/CBtjlbj_TUA/s320/DSCF9989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755559246106978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one I like very much, well at least the left side. I think it's one of those beauty capturing moments. Amelia looks breath-taking, literally as well as figuratively speaking. I feel like it should be on the cover of a The Like song or something.  I tried cropping it, but the length changes the photo and it doesn't feel the same.  I do wish she was a little bit more in focus, like the top of her hair, though. Perhaps if Joanne looked left? (viewer's left, not her left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9C-2PmII/AAAAAAAADPI/aP8sK5O-2Pw/s1600-h/DSCF9987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9C-2PmII/AAAAAAAADPI/aP8sK5O-2Pw/s320/DSCF9987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755550946695298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went to the last PHS swim meet of 2009. Didn't really figure out how to take too good of photos with the yellow lighting and the far-away ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax_4BUwueI/AAAAAAAADPo/5NEMox2NiZs/s1600-h/DSCF9858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax_4BUwueI/AAAAAAAADPo/5NEMox2NiZs/s320/DSCF9858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308758661167888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on actual swimming that I actually like, but this one's pretty fun with all the expressions.  It's dark, and not clear clear, but still, expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blackout recently at my house and had fun with playing with the zoom and the candle light. Nothing extremely special, but i wonder how to take a photo like this with a little more focus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SayHMORk6nI/AAAAAAAADPw/PkE_JbZwCuI/s1600-h/DSCF0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SayHMORk6nI/AAAAAAAADPw/PkE_JbZwCuI/s320/DSCF0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308766704822970994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played around with aperture last week and this is one using my lowest F stop number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SayIAT1QMxI/AAAAAAAADP4/ejcZKmIFCUk/s1600-h/DSCF0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SayIAT1QMxI/AAAAAAAADP4/ejcZKmIFCUk/s320/DSCF0482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308767599667983122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to get only the background of the swirls but i couldn't get it to work.  Next I tried to take a picture with a large F-stop with the same zoom in-ness, but the photo wasn't focused enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-4560031828253899351?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4560031828253899351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-021509-022109-022209-022809.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/4560031828253899351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/4560031828253899351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-021509-022109-022209-022809.html' title='Weeks 02.15.09-02.21.09, 02.22.09-02.28.09'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sax9EbSHTMI/AAAAAAAADPg/-Y78a5AmMrM/s72-c/DSCF9992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300480638355585095.post-6451696379155524799</id><published>2009-02-17T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:54:18.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week I- 02.08.09-02.14.09</title><content type='html'>I have started this photo blog b/c i read in an article given to me by my sister that I should record my photo efforts in a blog and possibly get some criticism so that I can get better, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3ez9PdXI/AAAAAAAADNk/CabuE-nGpSE/s1600-h/DSCF0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3ez9PdXI/AAAAAAAADNk/CabuE-nGpSE/s320/DSCF0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303823619897390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3fMT5QBI/AAAAAAAADNs/XhF0oUccd4s/s1600-h/DSCF0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3fMT5QBI/AAAAAAAADNs/XhF0oUccd4s/s320/DSCF0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303823626434854930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3fnLG3wI/AAAAAAAADN8/hGuQFANn9aI/s1600-h/DSCF0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3fnLG3wI/AAAAAAAADN8/hGuQFANn9aI/s320/DSCF0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303823633645756162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two are from my high school's Dating Olympics.  I thought they showed the contrast of males vs. females in their relationships to each other.  They didn't come out that well and I was wondering if anyone could help me with taking photos from under the stage w/ lighting like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd photo is from my friend's birthday celebration.  Even though her face is unfocused and dark, I still like this photo.  The way the light reflects off her tiara and her dress, and her face is genuine, and the background is somewhat out of focus like I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/300480638355585095-6451696379155524799?l=justinapicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6451696379155524799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-i-020809-021409.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/6451696379155524799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/300480638355585095/posts/default/6451696379155524799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinapicture.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-i-020809-021409.html' title='Week I- 02.08.09-02.14.09'/><author><name>Justina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05129429319754234433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/Sym7WxriWuI/AAAAAAAAEAs/0jYf33QPtaE/S220/DSCF2867.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Od49Ew7kFAA/SZr3ez9PdXI/AAAAAAAADNk/CabuE-nGpSE/s72-c/DSCF0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
