day eighty-three.

spring break is over, but since i forgot my camera on thursday, i took some pictures of my post-interning afternoon adventures with the phone and just got them on the computer:

my first stop was the museum of contemporary photography at columbia (free!)- an exhibit on modern czech works.

i would like to point out that not only was my bag check number 25, but when i went to save this image to the proper picture folder, i discovered that it fell at being named "break25." spoooooookkkyyyy

exhibit guestbook.

i then ventured over to harold washington library.

browsing their circulating LP collection, floor 8.

tiny people having tiny meetings, in tiny never-to-be-built libraries.

mini blue man group socializing with other monochromatics.

then it got really windy outside and i kept my hands in my pockets.



(i also only figured out today that i can "schedule" a post if i know i won't be home/at the computer. so, sometimes you will be reading things that are posted while i am sleeping and/or in the bathroom. science!)

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-one.

spring break: part eight.

last night was a lot of fun, and makes me wish i could hang out more often.

[rachelle and jenny are laughing during final jeopardy]
jc: i asked if we should plug our ears if they're talking, and she thought i said 'should we plug our rears'
kevin: if it helps!



succeeded in sleeping until 12:30 pm today, venturing out to target, cooking a real non-sandwichy dinner, and lounging with a book. also, the history channel aired a show called "sex in the civil war," so i'm pretty sure someone in programming knew i'd be in front of a television.

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 seventy-five.

spring break: part two.

had a fun lunch/card playing/himym quoting festival at the earlywacz house today, followed by a family dinner.
now i'm watching 'the soup' and willing my wintery coat to air dry by morning.
i plan to sleep on the train.

day seventy-four.

spring break: part one.

the bus broke down for about 5 minutes when we were barely on the highway.
the guy across from me called his mom to tell her what was going on and i heard her warn him not to try to get off the bus and get hit by a truck. "mom, WHY would i try to fix the bus."
several other dudes were panicking that they didn't bring coats when they heard about the snow up north.

lousy smarch weather.

later on i went to trader joe's and bought food for the week with my mom, made a quinoa salad for the pot-luck lunch tomorrow, and enjoyed broccoli with garlic sauce from yen-yen.