day eighty-two.

spring break: part nine.
(or, everything is miscellaneous)
featuring: baked goods, boxes of varying weights, and a dollhouse.

friday.

lemon poppyseed.

your friend and mine, the boombox.

a room with a view.

we put these boxes together, once we made space for them.

these were not in order before. these were all fiction, there were about 40 more for non-fiction shoved in a corner that we didn't even get to.

box guts (or, books).

tiny piano.

tinier food.

day eighty.

spring break: part seven.

annnnnddd my commuting days are done.
i'm actually relieved to be starting classes again on monday.
will update with more photo documentation of the remainder of my city experience, once i have been properly re-socialized (with a jeopardy night) and have slept at least 12 hours (suck it, alarm clock).

day seventy-nine.

spring break: part six.

we talked about this ad campaign in my libraries & society class; they use tattooed and artsy types to promote CPL.

("not what you think," or, libraries are cool!)

i met up with emma for lunch today, which we both agreed was funny since neither of us live in chicago.
we discussed report cards for dogs and how the french teenagers who's Lycée rents rooms from the university i'm at like to eat lunch/touch each other in the library.

in other news, my sinuses hurt and i have spent most of the week moving books on and off of carts/assembling box lids. i am ready for this so-called vacation to be over.

day seventy-eight.

spring break: part five.

where i am this week. the view to the left is killer.

gyros: the sexy meat.

day seventy-seven.

spring break: part four.

the building i'm interning in was designed by daniel burnham. architecture bonus!

i ate lunch outside.

there are people in there cleaning/fixin' the spitting face fountain.

adams street lamp post.

day seventy-six.

spring break: part three.

hello, fellow commuters.


a diet coke. with my name on it. literally.

(so very tired.)

day twenty-six.

i spent the weekend in chicagoland, celebrating my friend ashley's upcoming wedding.
we took the weird chicago bus tour (of the red light district & haunted pub varieties). it was a lot of fun and crazy. i would be interested in doing it again, but perhaps the "devil & the white city" or al capone versions.

we did pay a visit to one of these, in an unassuming walk-up:

and then i had a moment of convergence, when a photo from an hour before converged with some bathroom graffiti:

we finished the night at a place called lulu's, for baskets of fried things.
this guy showed up:

i ended up with a hotel room to myself, since not many stayed the night.
one bed was entirely dedicated to my unused pillows:

the dessert table at sunday's shower:

many more pictures, stories to share, but perhaps via other avenues.
for now, i have a healthy sleep deficit to dismantle.