Still pretty much in shock over having finished with my first quarter of college (Yes, I had my doubts that it was possible. And yes, there were times when I seriously considered getting in my car, driving to Arizona, and living out the rest of my life as an faux-illiterate hermit.) But reality is starting to sink in now. I’ve got six days until I have to fly home for winter break and a million things to do before then, ranging from everyday errands like actually doing the dishes instead of rinsing and letting them sit on the counter indefinitely to not so everyday requirements like getting my drivers license switched from an Oregonian to Californian registration. Also, I recently discovered that for some weird bureaucratic reason I have to re-take the driving test. A disturbingly irrational amount of time may have been spent borderline hyperventilating after reading that daunting fact on the DMV website. I can’t believe how much numerical automobile information I’ve forgotten and how many completely useless facts are jammed into that test. I mean, who really needs to know what to do in those rare occurrences when a large farm animal is encountered on the road during a sandstorm? Except for maybe dessert dwelling farmers.
The more foreboding life looks, the more I feel drawn to multi-tasking clothing items, like sweater/jacket combos (gag), or boots with built in socks, or...rompers, which I both respect and fear in some strange way. Rompers make so much sense in spur of the moment morning closet-related decisions, but can edge of the confounding when you need to pee in poorly lit bathrooms. These photos were taken in Elysian Park as part of a not so ceremonious celebration of the fact that I finally have the time to do photoshoots right and in legitimately enjoyable places. So perfect was the entire scene, with hazy golden light streaming over some bizarrely Byzantine church and sun-faded picnic tables surrounding, that I think I finally feel regenerated enough to tackle my ever-growing to do list (Not actually existent, by the way. There’s no way that I have my life together enough to put together a physical list). But yeah, I’ve got this.