Postpartum.

I'm putting up some videos I never posted for my personal future references, and maybe your enjoyment as well, depending on your taste.

The Sum-Up.

Last post!

Sorry, lack of high speed internet is preventing me from posting millions of pictures. That's the perk of being my Facebook friend, I suppose.

With a change of plans, my dinner was moved to Park & Co. Many flaked, but I guess that's what happens? Thanks to everyone who showed up :)

And I suppose the night ended well considering that us three were purely MTB together for these occasions.

Here we are, back again.

The following day was my last day AND my last Elite event in Denver. The best thing was that it was a "retro future dance party" at Beauty Bar. My plus one per usual, "Mark," the Asian border-hopper from the '50s. Yes, that is my black eyeshadow on his upper lip.

Free manicures, hair, cocktails, and Rubio's tacos (we had FOUR)!

And that's how I left Denver forever.

Thanks for following my summer adventures.

I'm home now, with plenty of room. And I'm horribly sick again, coughing up a storm. Hopefully California doesn't drag my summer down the drain.

Cheers to that!

Home Stretch.

IT'S OVER!

I've completed my last day as an editorial intern at 303 Magazine! My mission here in Denver is complete. Well, if you don't count the post-internship congratulatory shindigs which begin TONIGHT (calmly and discreetly, of course).

I'd like to thank God, the Academy, and my omnipresent patience for my editor's demands, needs, wants, and redundant parables.

Okay, but in all seriousness, I'd really like to thank God, for choosing this path for me. My parents for allowing me to come here and support me and being cool with me living with a boy for 2.5 months. The friends who have supported me and have encouraged me and monetarily helped me out from the start, including Stephen, where the big Thanks goes out to. In this manner, I'd like to complete my appreciative entry. If I go on any longer, it'll only turn out cheesy instead of lovely and tear-jerking.

It has certainly been the most interesting summer of my 21 years of life and living..for many, many different and unique reasons.
When you live with the opposite sex, your best friend, and personal photographer, there is much to experience first-hand with and without the everyday problems that one naturally comes across.
When you work for fashion-heavy magazine when you're not interested in fashion yourself, you learn to dislike the industry. (Which, by the way, reminds me, what's up with the EIC being so nonchalant about me leaving? Nicole, our graphic designer, was more emotional than her. Maybe it has to do with Nicole being a wife and mother and Laura being a single, bossy, affectionately immature woman. That's me in the future).
When you become obsessed with a newfound online medium/social forum (also known as Yelp), you soon realize that you don't want to become a freak. So, reviews will be published to a minimum once summer is over (that is, when free Elite events are no longer in the area).
And when your close friend decides to leave the world filled with pain and sorrow without anyone's awareness, that no one is to blame, and all there is left to do is to keep on living.

So I leave for California on Saturday morning. My agenda for the rest of my stay here is as follows:
>Thursday- any last requests/must-do's in Denver; my farewell/thank you dinner at Steuben's with (hopefully) everyone I've basically met here and their plus one's; and my third and last time at Tracks to end the night.
>Friday- PERHAPS a friend from home is making a pit stop here in Denver. If so, hang time. At night, my last Elite event is at Beauty Bar-- a retro future dance party (dress like Barbarella or the Jetsons), free manicures, free Rubio's, and free cocktails (great way to end with a bang, huh?); and Aggie informed us of a street fashion show held at Suite 200 around the same time. We probably won't attend that one.
>Saturday 5AM- head to DIA for my flight to LAX.

As you can see, this ain't the last of the Mile High just yet.

Long Live Mathemathics.

Frustrating day as hell at the office today. I thought my days of numbers and statistics were over, but even at a magazine office as an editorial intern, I need to use my phone as a calculator and think about percentages and decimals. I hate math. More than a lot of things (among them being science, Anne Hathaway, and coconuts). I had to tally up surveys and kept getting the numbers wrong because idiots (all men, by the way) pressed submit twice or didn't enter what label they would categorize themselves (hipster, skater, prep, hippie/pothead).

After doing that for hours, I was emailed four separate emails, each containing at least 20 documents of past articles where I had to look for restaurants and chef names. No "thank you" from the Ed-in-chief at the end of the day too. She was so annoying today! I'm not starting my period soon am I? No. I'm not. I'm not PMSing.
Oh well, this is my last week in the office forever.

To reward myself of my mathematical frustrations, I had an iced coffee. Why does coffee just make you feel better? It was partly the lack of sleep last night too, that made coffee sound like heaven. I was restless. Maybe because it was too hot, or maybe because I was remorseful of my unexpected actions.

Can't believe I am going home this weekend.

All Around.

All we did was walk across downtown Denver a million times yesterday.

To Platte River Park to see Jayme and friends.

 Shortly thereafter, Aggie came over.

 Met up with Boomi, her brother, Darby, and Luke for dinner at Euclid Hall. Boulder people coming to visit us, I guess.

This is it guys. My last week in Denver.

Bolder Boulder.

Almost on a whim, Steef and I went to Boulder for this kid's "BBQ" last night. More like just sitting in a hot apartment with strangers for an hour. This kid (who will remain anonymous) started talking about church, and thought I was offended by what he was saying, and then without letting me answer, went on about how he didn't "give a shit" and about how much he DGAF about anyone's opinions. Made me realize how afraid people are of being judged. I was honestly pretty indifferent on his stance on the church, especially because it wasn't anything I've never heard before. What was supposed to happen next? All we could do was give an unfortunate look of goodbye when I got up to leave his place. 

Nice knowing you.

 So we went to the bookstore after we lied and said we were heading back to Denver.

Had mochi ice cream. Mine was passion fruit and it was dericious.

 Summer face.

 Trippy. 

Illegal Pete's before heading back to Denver.

And a pit stop to the 37th floor of the Hyatt. Welcome to Denver everybody. Pictures from today (Sunday) will be uploaded tomorrow during work. Heh. I'm too tired today.

Coffeehouse Contemplations.

Sometimes there are days where I just can't stop writing. I think I literally wrote like six or seven different entries/blogs/journals/whatever-ya-want-to-call-thems today. Here I am again at 3:30 in the morning telling you about what kind of epiphany I had here in the 303 (Hot Box Studios, to be specific).

So a friend of mine gave me a link to his gf's blog today. I left it open for probably six-ish hours before I finally found room in my mental capacity to fully reap its benefits. I wonder if people find it weird that I, a stranger, read about their daily lives (me representing all the "you"s who do the same, maybe even to me, who you don't know). Well, that's what I was thinking while reading her blog, but I genuinely found it interesting. I mean, it's a niche blog. That's what I like to call them at least. Kind of like this one, except with more structure. DIYs, fashion, travel, and beginning your new life. Those are the typical niche blogs.
Other than the actual content, I mean to say what I found interesting was her tone of voice. I find tone of voice to be the most interesting of all writing. I would call myself somewhere along the lines of dark, sarcastic, and cut-throat, with a hint of realism and ambiguity. A mess, if you will (I hate the word hodge-podge, so don't even think it).

Anyway, sensing her tone made me wish I could just be happy and fun and enthusiastic in my writing. I don't think there is ever a moment when I am, and the closest I'll get is when I'm being sarcastically humorous (at least in my head I think I'm funny. Don't know if anyone else gets me).

Other than that, I just came back from Bardo Coffeehouse (it closes at 4 on Fri-Sat). I was sitting on a plushy green couch, next to a dim table lamp, drinking jasmine tea and writing an entry on my laptop in a dreamy room.
Here, let me show you.

Looks like someone's living room. That's how amazing this coffeehouse is.