felice anno nuovo!

Here is to the wonderful 2012 and the adventures 2013 will bring.

In honor of the last year, i made this little poem/word vomit of a sentence or phrase from each post this past year. Thank you to those of you who read Verbaledudette. I wish you the best and a Happy New Year!

bless this mess, we tried our best.

 I am on the edge of my seat and near tears with excitement. 

free concert downtown. 

the first impression rose. 

University of Utah.

 a new flavor of man candy. 

audrey verses the job market. 

who would be my male stunt double if I was to have one?

 birthday weekend was amazing.

 screw the idea of waiting for magic, everyday is magic. 

notes from the non business major in a business class. 

call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation. 

Oh goodness. 

first kiss. 

we all love sexy man backs.

 internet sensation. 

The British Bad Boy. 

good night and sweet dreams. 

carpe diem. 

san francisco. 

academy of art university. 

sometimes not being in control is the most beautiful thing in the world. 

love is a mixtape.

 sexy olympic games. 

neglected my male readers. 

He is six foot one of handsome.

 brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal. 

young, exotic, and a professional. 

you know how I like those man butts. 

Mmhmm. 

He is also shy. 

Phoebe, Kayleigh, Emme, Paisley, Savannah. 

roommates. 

perks of being a wallflower. 

raggamuffin. 

photography major. 

self portrait. 

time is such a hungry beast. 

touch me. 

i'm golden. 

wild as the wind blows. 

let's get lost. 

history with an accent. 

it's as simple as it should be. 

HoBro.

 homesick. 

silence is the most powerful scream. 

You have to know where you came from to know where you are going right? 

that awkward moment when your new friend turns out to be your teacher. 

Usually there is fog. 

juices, and water that has floating citrus in it. 

more inspirational and sappy over here. 

Today was just simply sweet. 

Sweet Disposition. 

I have reached the point where I officially know that I have made the right choice. 

i came here to do art, not make friends. 

toned graphic designers. 

rocky horror picture show.

 I am being a bit dramatic, but I did feel special. 

i am afraid to merge. 

people are in a panic. 

verbaledudette gift guide. 

It is decadent. 

It's witty. 

It's interactive. 

helping the locals.

 holiday spirit.

 big city life.

 I was lucky. 

have sex with a guy with a mustache. 

arts festival.

 right as rain. 

desperation. 

gay men will marry your girlfriends. 

haberdash. 

the awful truth. 

500th post. 

cold to the bone. 

i never used to win anything. 

not so silent night. 

Jack White, Of Monsters and Men, Metric, The Gaslight Anthem, and Two Door Cinema Club. 

crying in class. enthusiastic alone time.  

Oh how do I miss my family so much. 

stay gold. 

that awkward moment when your new friend turns out to be your teacher

I was walking to my first day of Fundamentals of Photography today. It is just around the corner and up the hill. According to Google maps it only takes three minutes, but I can do it in two. The XX's new album Coexist played through my gold (ballin') ear buds. I was feeling fly. I was feeling good. The air was cold and I was in a sweater. The wind was blowing and my hair was blowing in it. I did not stab myself with a make up brush earlier. I just knew it was going to be a good day.

Walking down the the hill coming from the other direction was this averagely cute looking boy dressed in kind of skinny slacks and a great plaid shirt. My first instinct was "he looks like someone I should get to know." He turned into the building I was heading to. I followed in shortly after to find him standing in the lobby checking the list to see what room the classes were in. I started to look for mine. The conversation that followed went something like this:

Boy: "What class are you looking for?"
Girl: "Fundamentals of Photography"
Boy: "Me too!. Ph100?"
Girl: "Yeah, I think it is in room 200."
Boy: "Sweet, Yeah, that looks like mine too. Well I will see you there!" (Big smile.)
Girl: "Sounds good" (Cute smile.. cause that is what I do."

I headed up to class and sat at a table in the second row with an empty seat next to me to ensure that not only did my new friend see me, but would have the opportunity to sit next to me where we would continue to converse in small talk and eventually become friends that hung out and go to movies and drink coffee and listen to hipster music while we talk about how much we love photography. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I just wanted a friend that didn't come with boobs and drama.

A few minutes later my friend showed up.

Instead of putting his bag on my table, he placed in on the desk in front of the room. You know, the desk meant for the professor. The words that came out of his mouth in the next second confirmed that this boy was actually a man. "

Hey, looks like everyone is here. Welcome to PH 100. My name is Tim."

This is Tim (and who I think might be his wife.) I
 apologize for the poor quality of images. Stalking does have  it's down sides. 

And that man was actually my teacher.

God. Don't you love Google. 

I probably let out the biggest smile possible.

 Of course my new friend would not be my friend but would be my fundamentally-knowledgeable-married-taco-eating-costa-rico-traveling-photography-teacher.

It was like that movie moment where the girl is sitting in class and the teacher comes in and she knows him from a past life moment and it is either incredibly awkward or really funny. Except it was not like that at all, but kind of. You get the point.

Anyways, other than befriending my teacher, I think I am really going to like this class. We actually get to print out our work and show it off. I feel like it is a really positive class and everyone is excited to  be there. It is all girls, except for one boy who wants to do mens fashion photography. (I think he has many best friends.. inside joke. Only few will laugh, sorry the rest of you are left out.)

All i can say is History of Photography - you better kill it hard tomorrow because the passed two days have kicked some serious ass in classes and teachers.

Jenni's stunt double is a DUDE

We have all heard about using stunt doubles in movies so those ever so fragile celeb's stay poised and pretty. I mean, we don't really care about how they move, it's all about that sexy smolder they flash the camera on the left and how their dress is flowing unnaturally from camera angle right. But wouldn't you think that the stunt double would be the same sex as the star?

Not in Jennifer Lopez's case. While on set of her new music video shoot, a secret shot that was probably paid a lot of money for was taken and publicized, shows two people in black, skinny leather leggings, a zip up hoodie, and four corn rows against the side of their head. But when you look a bit closer, it is easy to notice that JLO's stunt double has an adam's apple, because he is A GUY. Maybe female stunt doubles are hard to come by these days.

I am not really here to hate on male stunt doubling for females, or vice versa, and I am definitely not here to hate on Jennifer, because I simply adore her. This photo really got me thinking, who would be my male stunt double if I was to have one? My first choice was the forever sexy Kurt Cobain.

I think this grunge rock god would be a perfect match, one sexy person playing another. Sadly, my first choice has passed away (quite some time) and probably does not resemble my beauty now days. And on set, I need to look as lively as ever. So i turned to next blonde beauty i could think of, David Beckham. 

His soft eyes and chiseled complexion would carry my kick ass moves perfectly. I also already own diamond earrings - costume shopping done! Like Cobain, I found a flaw in this wonder that would make it harder for him to play my stunt devil. He would have to shave his face and to me, that would be a sin. Keep the light shadow David. 

Someone I wont have any problem shaving their face, has long flowing hair, and a nice body is that man right up there. The ever so not so tamed, Brad Pitt. If I was doing a beach scene where I was swimming with sharks while saving little dolphins, this man would be my match. Wind blown and sensual. Brad would be my dream stunt double. But I probably would end up with someone not nearly as sexy. Someone like him: 

Brett Michaels. In all honesty, the producers would probably pick him because my dream double was busy adopting babies or something. I would be stuck with the rock of no love Brett. That is how my celebrity career has been turning out to be, not very good. Oh well, a girl can dream. 

Have a good Monday! Enjoy today's music monday, "Mississippi Freestyle"  by: Slow Train Soul 

xoxo