endless summer

Seems like I've been missing for a while, huh?

After school ended, I've been using summer as an excuse to do stupid shit to my body.

"Hey, wanna rail this with me even though you're way drunk and there's no way we're getting into this packed club?"
"Fuck it, it's summer."

"Wanna roundtrip it to Vegas for the night?"
"Fuck it, it's summer."

"Hey, wanna buy some goodies off your friend and take it even though you have work at 11AM the next day?"
"Fuck it, it's summer."

"Hey, how about working five hours, running on a treadmill until your toe knuckles bleed, then prancing around in heels allll night? How does that sound?"
"Fuck it, it's summer."

"Wanna drink for literally 12 hours straight (half of this being in the sun), then smoke a lot of weed then hop on a treadmill for four miles the next day?"
"Fuck it, I'm so down. It is summer, after all."


Really though, it IS summer, and I'm going to keep doing fucked up shit as long as I'm breathing. I'm starting work on my double majors this fall, and I need moments I can look back upon and ponder "What the fuck was I thinking?" so I can giggle to myself in the library at 2AM.

Hey, so remember that time I went to Vegas and back? No, I didn't just go to drink (although that's what I did the majority of the time). Once the margaritas had cleared our cups and the sun began to rise, Justin, Hara and I traveled to red rock, and g*ddamn. That shit was beautiful.

Hara's probably going to kill me for posting some of these, seeing as we just finished a six hour alcohol binge on no sleep and all'a dat. But I think she's beautiful, so I'm going to post them anyway (sorry Hara).



















xx, LC

one by one

Summer Check List:

1. Eat (thoughtfully). Drink (moderately). Be merry.
2. Read more.
3. Save money.
4. Create. Create. Create.

xx

Journalism Association of Community Colleges

In honor of my Talon Marks press pass retiring, a couple of pictures from one of the last times we were all together.

7 April 2011: Boarding the bus. 

Eight hours on a bus goes by pretty quick when you're engaged in a hot and heavy game of catagories or the movie game. I must admit, it got pretty ugly.
















Get to Sacramento. Sign in. Go to orientations. Go to Alicia's room. Unpack. Unwind.

8 April 2011: The day of no sleep.




Wake up at the crack of dawn. More orientations and maybe a workshop or two. Go to Sacramento State. Run to do team feature competition, run to complete feature photo competition, run to do sports competition. Come back to the hotel and have just enough time to eat a pack of star wars gummies before running back downstairs to enter my photos for the competition. Miss Talon Marks dinner. Sulk. Return to Alicia's to loiter. Begin to see everyone for more than a passing glance. Happy again. Order food and start to work on team feature until 5 in the morning. Resist urge to rip off Joey's head after the sixth hour of work. Nap for an hour. Shower. Run downstairs again to turn in our submission at 8 in the morning. DRAINED.





























This is Miss Maryam Nourzad. See her story soon on www.lightmeetsnight.com





















9 April 2011: Awards Day

Still no sleep.






















10 April 2011: The ride home.

These next two pictures are of a game we played involving goggles. Ask me when you see me and you can play :)






Bacon sundaes.





Don't let me catch you slippin. No one is safe.















The Movie Game..
Greg: "Saw"
Joey, thinking..
Joey: "Huckleberry Finn"
--everyone looks confused. Gonzo is appalled--
Gonzo: "Is anybody going to call that?"






xx