a month in the life

hey, kids.

i write with bleary eyes and weary limbs, having recently woken up with a whopper of a cold. since i'm unwilling to risk making it worse in the freezing rain, i'm taking refuge under my blankets listening to cold war kids - their name just seems fitting - and trying to relax. after all, i won't be able to stay in bed all day, and so my list of things to do keeps running through my mind despite my best efforts. it's been over a week since project east, and this girl still has yet to dig herself out of her mountain of responsibilities. yet i'm blogging for several reasons - because i enjoy it, because i have ideas to get out, and because my last post was almost half a month ago, among others. when i came across this ny times article, about the "small, quirky movement called slow blogging," my first thoughts were something along the lines of, "well, i'm already an inadvertent member of that club.."

then i recalled plenty of lazy weekends, spent both at school or at home, when i looked at my old posts and consciously decided to not write something new, perhaps because i simply didn't feel like it, but mostly because i simply wasn't inspired enough to write a quality entry. on the other hand, i'd be lying if i'd never added 'blog' to my ical's to-do list, cringing at the fact that my last post was written weeks ago. do i write for the blog, or does the blog make me write? a tug of war between the two circumstances, i suppose. in the spirit of blogging as reflection, i offer these pictures, which i left untouched on my camera for a month. i was pleasantly surprised to find a pretty concise chronicle of the past few weeks, even including some pre-hard drive crash pictures.

OCTOBER
FOURTH
twice a year, our house holds a "golf" event in different rooms throughout the building. we dress preppy, we mingle, we dance. it lasts six hours. our house is close.

TENTH

remember when i talked about how angry i was that i hadn't yet been to a 1992 party? we decided to take matters into our own hands. entire outfit courtesy of american apparel, naturally. that goes for my double u-neck dress that sara's wearing too (kudos if you know what the hell my face is doing in that picture, because i really have no idea).

SEVENTEENTH


EIGHTEENTH
picturesque as a postcard.

TWENTY-FIRST
practically no one could tell what our carving was supposed to be, but i was proud nonetheless.

THIRTY-FIRST

i'm probably the only person who goes to salem on halloween and takes pictures of the scenery and not the tourists. rest assured, the temporary population was colorful, but this drew me in more.

having a hippie holiday.. and way too much fun.



NOVEMBER
FIRST

halloween, take 2

FOURTH
obama wins.. and the crowd goes wild.

after leaving my mother to her happy tears and drying my own,
we took to the streets, where an ecstatic celebration was taking place.
we sang songs and hugged strangers,
still in disbelief but not wanting to wake up from the dream.

EIGHTH


our biannual house-wide 90's party. these are those shades i mentioned used to belong to my pops.. ridiculous.

TWENTY-SECOND
an upper-level view of the majestic sanders theater taken during the h-y glee club concert. fight songs and merriment galore!
instructions for THE GAME (the 125th year of harvard-yale, that is): wake up, drink. eat breakfast, drink. go to tailgate, drink. go to game, drink if you managed to sneak in alcohol. freeze to death for hours, go home, nap. eat dinner, get ready for parties. party, drink. drink.. drink (these instructions are completely optional, of course, considering that i did all of the above minus the drinking). harvard beat yale (of course), 10-0.

so if my posts were sparse this past month, at least there was a reason. notably absent, of course, from these pictures are those from project east. since i was backstage hastily dressing and undressing models the entire time, i regret to tell you that i don't have any of my own images, but a full post dedicated to that night, with pictures, is on its way. promise!