I survived it. The first week of school is over and done with and now I can breathe again. It was one big clusterfuck of stress to be perfectly honest. It left me wondering if I'm over doing it this semester. Actually I know I'm over doing it but I'm moving forward anyway. Being insanely busy just makes the year fly by which isn't really a bad thing. I have two more years left in this place, which really means only two more years left with my friends. Then we're all moving to different places. That last part is the part that scares the crap out of me really. I can't honestly bear the thought of moving somewhere where I know no one, and all of my friends being thousands of miles away. It makes me cringe. I'll get a test of that next spring when Sam and Andy both go abroad. Until then I guess I just need to squeeze in as much time with my friends as I can afford. This semester is going to kill me.

Overpopulated areas fascinate me. I spent the last few days driving to and from Seattle with only one day in the city itself. Pretty amazing how many people can fit into it's borders. My mother said "There's so many people here, and I haven't seen a single one that looks happy." It was true no one was smiling, they were just going about their daily lives without paying attention to anyone or anything around them. Nothing seemed to be bringing joy to them. It was weird.

I had the chance to catch up with two dear old friends who I haven't seen for months and years in one case. I only got to spend three hours with Matt and Aaron but the time was really special even though we didn't do anything memorable. I miss my friends. I'm truely awful at keeping in touch with people I like, and my ability to keep in touch with people who've angered or lied to me in the past is even more appaling. I could try to rekindle some of those relationships but it's even more difficult when you find out that they haven't changed. They are still telling lies to get attention, and are hurting people. Why bother with them? Good friends, I wish I had more like these.

Trial number one...
Copyright infringement! Yay! This is definately one of those little buggers that you ignore, because you trust people and then it comes right back to bite you in the ass. A couple weeks ago I photographed a local band for free on the agreement that they would credit me on their myspace and website at CD packaging and all that good stuff. Well they never credited me on their myspace.... even after I sent them an e-mail saying "Hey guys remember we had that agreement that you would credit me? WTF?" They ignored it and kept getting hits on the photo, comments from people about how good the photo was, and none of them knew that I had taken it. Awesome. Now I don't have it in wrighting that they would credit me, but I'm pretty sure it's still copyright infringement if they use it in their album artwork which is what I took the photos for in the first place. Blah. So I'm pissed because I did it all in good faith because they are a well known band in these parts and I figured "Hey free advertising" but not if no one knows I took the damn shot. UGH. I'm so annoyed with the situation. I don't want to be a horrible bitch and sue them should they publish my photos without permission, but I don't want to be walked all over either. I learned my lesson and from now on I'm tagging all of my photos with my stamp before I give the band a CD that's for sure. These little assholes ruined it for all the other bands. I'll probably write up a contract too, just to have it incase. It's lame, but I learned my lesson.

P.S. All photos published within this blog are copyright Megan Thompson!

Wedding numero two down for the summer and I have a strange feeling that I will never get to be this girl. The one in the perfect dress with the perfect day and all that rot. Jordan's wedding last week made me all the more conscious of this missing piece of my life. I am single, and single without prospects. I'm not a mutant, I'm not fat, and I have abnormaly nice teeth, so what's the deal? I have found it getting to me, and I hate that. I never wanted to be the girl who's looking for a husband and not a nice guy. I'm only 22 and I feel like I'm going on 32. Four weddings in five weeks is too many for a girl to stomach I think. At least the next one I can relax and do my job, and photograph it. It will take some of the time away from me grouching around and drinking myself into a depressed stupor. I took about 100 drunk photos at Jordan's shindig. These are just the hilights.

Examples of my work over the past year....

One of my 10 "animal" portraits from last semester.

I worked at The Event at Rebecca Farms as an assistant photographer this summer.


But for the most part my heart is in concert and rock photography


This Word is Weapon promo shot.

c.j. of This Word is Weapon

Last year I had the chance to photograph The Vans Warped Tour.

Here I am. Mid August, and school starts in less than 20 days. I'm registered for three separate studios this semester, and honestly starting to wonder what the hell I was thinking. My class load thus far includes one 5 credit Lithography print making class, Experimental photography, and Studio photography, as well as a 1 credit position as a teaching assistant with the intro to photography class. I've never been more excited or scared for school to start. I survived last semester and somehow emerged with a 4.0, and no real understanding of how my grades remained that high. I had three jobs, this semester I'll have two. So it should all even itself out... here's hoping.