touch me. i'm golden. wild as the wind blows. let's get lost.

I have not stopped smiling. This weekend was complete with too many laughs and too many photographs. 

Lazy days and long nights. 

Friends and strangers. 

Friday night.

Emme, Phoebe, Soli, and I went to the Red Bull DJ Mix Jam contest between two artists from our school and two from San Fran State University. The atmosphere was stuffy and the students that attended created a high school prom junior prom vibe in the classy club, but we still danced in the middle like we were alone in our beds with hair brushes as microphones. 

I don't know who won. We left early. But I am pretty sure the Academy doodled all over SF State. 

All over. 

Saturday. 

There are 5.2 miles between Fisherman's Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge. 

Five young ladies, all friends, carrying camera and wearing sunglasses and scarfs walked 5.2 miles all day Saturday is the cool heat of the Francisco sun. 

Saturday night involved chai teas, narrated by Band of Horses, watching cute hipsters write papers on their Ipads. 

Sunday. 

Today we worked. I use the word "we" because all of us in room 501 and 502 cowered at our desks and worked. We borrowed each other for ideas, for photo shoots, for approval, for snacks. 

It was perfect. 

My class tomorrow was canceled due to my teacher having to fulfill her civic requirements at jury duty. Also, because the rescheduled class period is scheduled on top of my other class, I now have a one on one teaching session with Sadie on thursday morning. 

Cheers to the weekend. Can't wait for the week. 

Goodnight. 

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history with an accent

I have never taken a history class without an accented professor. In 8th grade, Mrs. Nagata may have been Asian American, but she had a little chinese accent. Chaira was Italian. And now, I am learning photographic history from a French woman. She is simply adorable in her attempts to pronounce our American names, yet the French photographers and terms slide off her tongue like poetry. I usually do not really like history - i have a hard time remember dates and names, but after one three hour class with this woman, I think I might actually understand what I am learning and retain the information for more than a few hours. She is catering, slow, descriptive, and uses many ways to get you engaged. I even get to do a report on my favorite photographer Diane Arbus, because she noticed I wrote that on my "about me sheet" and made sure I was placed in the right group so I could do it. Special case. She did not do this for anyone else.

Now, I just need to get organized.

Goodnight/Goodmoring lovelies.

P.S. I got a Tumblr, my roommates are obsessed. Check out my page of random photographs and quotes and other tumbling things at http://verbaledudette.tumblr.com/