"i want you to go hit on that tagger."
i'm home from california.
i didn't take pictures of everything, but,
click to see a record of:
-colleges i badly want to get into
-time spent with daddy steuer
-a fantastic day with ZOE AND ANJANI
okay, here's a lot of college pictures.
if this stuff bores you, i understand. just scroll.
but i really want to go here, and it's where you would be visiting me.
scripps, pomona, and pitzer.
dad doing THE CLAW.
sped.
this is santa monica pier and beach.
my dad and i went on rides here, played whack-a-mole, and saw an amazing art exhibit, ashes and snow.
the art museum.
no joke.
this picture (of TOPIARIES) is for j.c. chasez.
me clutching one of the many animals i won. because i own whack-a-mole.
after we did this, i hung out with katherine, who is awesome.
but i forgot my camera.
therefore, our delicious lunch together exists only in my memory.
but then.
the very same day, i reunited with two people i've missed a lot.
zoe and anjani.
yes.
a dream is realized.
zoe's friend aaron.
falafel.
"you look like you're going to cry."
"i'm in jamba juice."
zoe's face.
venice beach is home to a lot of interesting people.
ghetto clown.
hasidic jew flying a kite.
asian newlyweds.
silent taggers.
"leah?"
"yes?"
"i want to ask you something."
"okay."
"may i reenact world war II on the small of your back?"
the hat travels far and wide.
geese.
we dared zoe to flirt with a tagger.
she approaches...
attempts...
and is ignored. and walks away flustered.
i love them.
and that was that.
our last morning finally arrived.
dad being tired.
goodbye view.
distress at leaving.
and with that face, california was over!
good vacation.
i didn't take pictures of everything, but,
click to see a record of:
-colleges i badly want to get into
-time spent with daddy steuer
-a fantastic day with ZOE AND ANJANI
okay, here's a lot of college pictures.
if this stuff bores you, i understand. just scroll.
but i really want to go here, and it's where you would be visiting me.
scripps, pomona, and pitzer.
dad doing THE CLAW.
sped.
this is santa monica pier and beach.
my dad and i went on rides here, played whack-a-mole, and saw an amazing art exhibit, ashes and snow.
the art museum.
no joke.
this picture (of TOPIARIES) is for j.c. chasez.
me clutching one of the many animals i won. because i own whack-a-mole.
after we did this, i hung out with katherine, who is awesome.
but i forgot my camera.
therefore, our delicious lunch together exists only in my memory.
but then.
the very same day, i reunited with two people i've missed a lot.
zoe and anjani.
yes.
a dream is realized.
zoe's friend aaron.
falafel.
"you look like you're going to cry."
"i'm in jamba juice."
zoe's face.
venice beach is home to a lot of interesting people.
ghetto clown.
hasidic jew flying a kite.
asian newlyweds.
silent taggers.
"leah?"
"yes?"
"i want to ask you something."
"okay."
"may i reenact world war II on the small of your back?"
the hat travels far and wide.
geese.
we dared zoe to flirt with a tagger.
she approaches...
attempts...
and is ignored. and walks away flustered.
i love them.
and that was that.
our last morning finally arrived.
dad being tired.
goodbye view.
distress at leaving.
and with that face, california was over!
good vacation.