People will often say that they've seen their whole lives flashed before their eyes after experiencing a traumatic event. Perhaps it’s a bit morbid, but I think that sounds pretty incredible. So here's my experiment, starting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday...

One girl. One photo a day. One year.

90/365
God, I can’t even explain the beauty of this day, this place, all these wonderful people. Everything is exactly as it should be. Exactly. 
On the docket for the rest of the day: politely heckling first years at the freshman sing (WUT? HOW COME I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE?), rehearsing for Colla Voce’s and Creeks’ performances in the cabaret tonight, all campus picnic, and soaking up the loveliness of the last night before classes start (DOUBLE WUT?).

90/365

God, I can’t even explain the beauty of this day, this place, all these wonderful people. Everything is exactly as it should be. Exactly. 

On the docket for the rest of the day: politely heckling first years at the freshman sing (WUT? HOW COME I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE?), rehearsing for Colla Voce’s and Creeks’ performances in the cabaret tonight, all campus picnic, and soaking up the loveliness of the last night before classes start (DOUBLE WUT?).

Posted on August 24th, 2011
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    these are [some of] my favorite people ever. they understand my feelings and enthusiasm and fondness for platonic...
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