my feet are sore, my face is peeling, and i have been squeezed of all energy. worth it. i pretty much lived and breathed the milk jug booth at st. anne this weekend, and i enjoyed every second of it. i've anticipated this weekend for so long, and now that it's over, i'm pretty much ready to go back to the daily grind of school. shocking, isn't it? seriously though, nothing i do for the rest of summer can touch this weekend.
i took so many pictures this past weekend (about 118), that i had to do thangs
ghemie-style and bust out the collages in order to fit in as much of my favorite pictures as possible. no easy feat, since there are over 100 pictures and i'm in love with almost all of them.
successful picture-taking for once. thinking i should leave my camera lying around more often so i get as many pictures as this weekend. or maybe it was because barely anyone else had their camera with them?
festival highlights: outdoor mass at eight in the morning, missing the milkjug, searching for it in storage, finding a replacement, playing in the obstacle course, playing with kim's dog, discovering balloons as advertisement, paolo mistaking danielle for me, hamburgers and funnel cakes galore, the guys taking over the booth and scaring away all my volunteers, gretchine getting a six-dollar shirt for only two dollars...
the rest of the time was chill, sat and observed passersby in the shade, sheilded from 8o-something degree weather. it's funny watching all the high-school kids pass, knowing that i used to be them only a few years ago, aimlessly walking around and saying hi to everyone. it makes me feel old. it also makes me feel superior, but maybe i shouldn't admit that.
i took so many pictures this past weekend (about 118), that i had to do thangs ghemie-style and bust out the collages in order to fit in as much of my favorite pictures as possible. no easy feat, since there are over 100 pictures and i'm in love with almost all of them.
successful picture-taking for once. thinking i should leave my camera lying around more often so i get as many pictures as this weekend. or maybe it was because barely anyone else had their camera with them?
festival highlights: outdoor mass at eight in the morning, missing the milkjug, searching for it in storage, finding a replacement, playing in the obstacle course, playing with kim's dog, discovering balloons as advertisement, paolo mistaking danielle for me, hamburgers and funnel cakes galore, the guys taking over the booth and scaring away all my volunteers, gretchine getting a six-dollar shirt for only two dollars...
the rest of the time was chill, sat and observed passersby in the shade, sheilded from 8o-something degree weather. it's funny watching all the high-school kids pass, knowing that i used to be them only a few years ago, aimlessly walking around and saying hi to everyone. it makes me feel old. it also makes me feel superior, but maybe i shouldn't admit that.
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