Day 16 - Pictures are worth a thousand words

As I write these blogs I realize I spend a lot of time on Skype, especially at night. Ever since summer started, some of my YouTube friends and I been having almost nightly Skype video chats that last until about 1 or 2 a.m. This cannot be healthy for my sleep schedule, but if I went to sleep I'm afraid I'll miss everything. Not to brag or anything, but we have some pretty legit conversations.

Tonight amongst all the jokes and laughter we began sharing awkward and silly pictures of our younger selves. At first I had some difficulty locating mine because I was the type of person who hated having my picture taken when I was younger. And if I did have it taken, I didn't post it unless I looked presentable in it. I was and still kind of am a self-conscience person.

But each picture shared got me thinking about the stories behind them. My friends and who they used to be. Who they now are. Myself. How far I've come. Who I was and who I am today. I'm not the same person I was 10 years ago. And In 10 years, I'll be looking back on the pictures that currently find themselves situated on my Facebook.

Now it intrigues [mind you, I can never spell this word right. But I did tonight! woo!] me how cameras work. They capture what the eyes see forever. They take some of our memories, the ones that fade, and they keep them safe for us. And we then look back on them later and it just clicks. Things forgotten have become refreshed. Patterns are acknowledged. Beauty is captured.

All by one click of a button. An import of a memory card. The storing of a hard drive. And it's there. Forever. Until you throw it in the trash. And it's gone.

But when you stumble upon these old memories. You cannot help, but smile. Reminiscing of the good times, the bad times, and the in between times. I realize that what I was self-conscience of before is irrelevant. Who cares what I look like. It's more about the moments. Pictures are worth a thousand words. The stories behind each picture are what really count; let's give them a novel to write about. :]

Day 8 - Like old times

Last year I got more involved in the YouTube community. Did a lot more watching, a lot more commenting, and a lot more vlogging. In the midst of these I stumbled upon the VLOG MANOR. This was a project that was going on for the entire year of 2010. But it wasn't until April, I began to make friends.

I stumbled upon a group of vloggers who would tinychat quite often. Tinychat is a site in which people can all chat on web cam at once. Only 12 people can at once. And they would always fill them all up. They'd talk about anything and everything and it was ALWAYS entertaining. Made up of nerdfighters, raptor screechers, do it themselvers, and serial killer enthusiasts.

These people were really awesome and I soon found myself making sure I made it to each tinychat. I soon became friends with these people and consider them some of my closest friends. We spent the whole summer talking to each other and staying up until the wee hours of the morning. But it was one of the best summers of my life.

These people have come to mean so much more to me. And I've slowly been meeting each of them over the course of this year.

However, we all really haven't had a whole lot of time to talk as one group because we're all different ages and have either school, work or both to deal with. The group has grown mightly, and we've had our bonds grow stronger. And tonight has been the first night in a very long time where we've all been able to have fun with one another.

It feels just like old times, nothing has changed. Random discussions that lead into another. Quotes that are tweetworthy. Each person with their quirks and mannerisms. Accents and all. I love this group so hard. They are some of the best people I've never/have met.

I definitely cannot wait till the end of next month. VidCon is going to be so EPIC and BEAUTIFUL. HUGS ALL AROUND! :]