You’d think second semester Junior Year would be a little more arduous, and maybe it is and we’re just numb to it. But the last few months have seemed the opposite and I know that’s a blessing, or maybe just the pleasant calm before the storm that is finals. Whatever the last month or so has been as far as the weight of the universe, it’s been a great story waiting to be told. Finally getting around to it, thanks for being patient dear reader <3
1. Angels… or Los Angeles.
The kids in my class in the Media Arts Program at our school were given the amazing chance to head south where the hub of our collective hobby lays, Hollywoodland and Welcome to Heaven where You’ll Meet Los Angeles. We rose a bus, somewhat set up a charging system with the one plug and all our respective chargers, and hit the i of 5 for about three years. I’ll toss a stone across the most interesting parts, as I suppose will go for this whole post. I know you want to get to the pictures anyway :)
Some things: Studio Tours including Pixar and the one with the rainbow and they shot Breaking Bad. Eh, forgot. UCLA and film school (counted how many kids were snoozing with books over their eyes in the library… 25 or something) , La Brea Tar pits (Imagine the smell of burning cabbage soaked in Soy Sauce), Comedy Sportz (Was funnier than your funniest Uncle times four is that a challenge yes. Yes it is. NATE.), Griffith Observatory (The holy conversion site of all Socal hipsters), Santa Monica Pier (They’ve got really nice staff working at Pizza hut), and a How I Met Your Mother Q&A at Paley Fest (Where Neil Patrick Harris wasn’t even present but stole the show anyway as was already expected). Dream to go to school here just kicked up three levels of motivation.
2. Cello… or Monticello. And no you’re probably pronouncing it wrong. Stop saying Ch-ello say Ss-ello. Montissssssselloooo. Good job you, I’m proud. Cause das where I was born buddy-o! Double chest pound kiss the fist kind of love. Mhm.
Mi padre and history teacher does this little crazy trip every other year to get the kids “wizened up in the world” by going to the most remote corner of Utah possible. It’s incredible and you should visit sometime if you ever find yourself out in the four corners area. While there, our group of 20 or so teens and chaperones had the chance to hike and jeep and bike and hike and hike and instagram incessantly whist whining about sunburns but most of us had no desire to leave by the end of the week. Reasons being, small towns are beautiful and small town people are even more so. Common background is closer, mentalities are lifted and having good, fun experiences are first priory. I was called “cute” multiple times for putting on a seatbelt.
We were adopted a little, and our group took back with us bits and pieces of that mentality. In the academic vortex we live in in this part of California, it felt healthy to visit another high school with simply different mental focuses. A refreshing inspiration set against those bad boys below.
Utah’s like another planet.
Most recently and for once, these are in order. Hair by Lisa, Makeup Bare Minerals, Dress Light in the Box, Super Chill date was M. and I just wanna thank him again for a great night. M is pretty dang rad. We did the snazzy little picture thing at a friends house surrounded by the parent possey wielding Canons and, as a certain grandma of mine likes to put it, we were off like a heard of turtles! The last sketchy picture is a little tough to make out but it’s of this little indoor creek I loved at prom itself.
Tiny dance floor, great people, good solid night of fun.