140 / 365. | may 20th, 2012.

i am the world’s worst over-packer. my floor is currently a mess between old receipts, garbage from the bottom of my backpack, dirty clothes, clean clothes and a bunch of camera stuff that i want to bring tomorrow but i probably won’t have room for or the patience to carry. this day trip is going to rule.

139 / 365. | may 19th, 2012.

waiting, always waiting and i’m just fucking tired.

stinky’s really gotta stop eating my flowers and puking all over the carpet. everything is getting so old.

138 / 365. | may 18th, 2012.

singalongs, splorin’, and steak & shake with these two babes. i wish the sun could stay like this forever.

137 / 365. | may 17th, 2012.

i close at work tonight, and then i am off for the next five days in a row. bring on photos, sleeping all day, and not worrying about when i fall asleep. i could not be happier about this.

136 / 365. | may 16th, 2012.

“to alison, for everything

thanks for always being there when i need you most. & maybe we really won’t be pathetic forever.

-nicole”

sometimes my friends paint me really cool things. sometimes i come home from work and there are flowers from my mom sitting on my dresser. i’m the luckiest girl ever.

135 / 365. | may 15th, 2012.

“i learned a lot about falling in love when i fell out of love.”

i could sit here and write a thousand words and it still wouldn’t change a single thing.

first bike ride of the year. not under the most pleasant circumstances, but bad mood bike rides are still bike rides. if this weathers stays, i’ll be just fucking fine no matter how shitty and unpleasant today was.

134 / 365. | may 14th, 2012.

bowling night with da girlz. thundertits, jaba the slut, tiny vaginy and glitteris. (and ashley and Q, who didn’t get cool names because they didn’t actually bowl with us.) i’m sorry i’m not always the most fun to be around these days, but thanks for being there regardless.

oh yeah, i got a camera tattooed on my finger last night thanks to felix at lucky kat in whiting. and thanks to nicole, for taking me when the shop was closed and for holding my hand while i yelled like a little baby.

133 / 365. | may 13th, 2012.

dear mom,

thank you for the 19 straight years of putting up with my bullshit, bad moods and my “unladylike” potty mouth. you think i “don’t appreciate” the little things, but if i didn’t have you to make me lemon rice soup when i’m sick, buy me flowers when i’m sad (and by sad i mean when i get dumped on valentine’s day two years in a row), make my favorite foods at 10 pm just because, or to change the toilet paper roll in the bathroom that’s not even yours, i’d be completely helpless and that’s not even half of it. i do appreciate you, i’m just not always great at showing it. you really are the best.

i duno how you do it, but if i’m even half as good of a mom as you one day, that’ll be enough for me.

ps, i’m sorry i always yell at your dog. he’s not that bad sometimes.

pps, i wish you would have let me take a picture of your actual face. you’re a babe even if you don’t think so!

love, alison.

132 / 365. | may 12th, 2012.

post brother’s birthday dinner / mother’s day dinner last minute photo. i am slacking hard. i am more than okay with the fact that i am spending the remainder of my saturday night alone, finally listening to fun.’s new album and editing photos.

131 / 365. | may 11th, 2012.

for the first time in what feels like forever i am beyond proud of the outcome of my pictures. i spent the afternoon at whihala beach with claire and kelcey, who i haven’t really seen in years. i finally got to use the camera bag that mitch and lauren got me for my birthday. i shot film for the first time in months. i got sand in my shoes and didn’t empty it out. i walked around barefoot. i got little stickers and rocks stuck in my feet. i filled my pockets with shells and beach glass, and i got excited for summer all over again.