Thursday, June 5, 2008

Stop Staring

First of all, I absolutely love my internship, its a little overwhelming but I know it will be great experience. Secondly, I really need to master the art of not staring at people on the metro. I love to people watch and sometimes I catch myself staring. Although, there was this woman who I moved away from and then pointedly stared at when she sat next to me and proceeded to breathe heavily into my ear as though we were participating in a birthing class together. Also, 8 people were murdered in D.C. this weekend. Just a fun fact for you.

I stole this fun little activity from the other Z over at Autobiography of my feet. It served to take my mind of things for a little while.



















Do you want to make one, too?
Here’s how:
A. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
B. Using only the first page, pick an image.
C. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.



and then send me a link, I want to see !

~Z

3 comments:

Z said...

I love people watching too! And I, too, have to stop myself from staring... But with some people, it's really hard not to ;)

LOVE your collage/montage/whatchamacallit!

entirelyrandom said...

when you find out where you are SUPPOSED to look when you are on the subway or metro or whatever, let me know. I feel like maybe I should always carry a book because, frankly, there are only so many times i can look at my watch and the poster on the wall, and the upcoming stops sign....

meldoesgradschool said...

I totally understand your problems with staring at people on public transportation. I worked in London for a summer and would always stare - Europeans were so fashionable and it constantly amazed me. Plus, they were always so serious that it always tempted me to laugh. Ridiculous stuff would happen and no one would even crack a smile so I'd try to make eye contact and smile at people - I'm pretty sure they thought my neurons were misfiring. Or they realized I was American. Score another one for foreigners making a good impression abroad.

I think people watching is fun, but you can always try to play it off when people catch you by pretending you were lost in deep thought by just sort of continuing to stare off into space...