Senior Week/Gradjewation

I did that whole graduate-from-college-early-then-go-back-four-months-later-to-party-for-a-week-then-walk-across-the-stage-thing and IT WAS CRAY.

We moved back into our freshman year dorms at da Little Building:

Assorted daytime things:

Nails:

Fancy food:

Family:

NIGHT ONE-

Lady dinner at Lolita:

Gay night at Estate, aka night of many expressions:

and Caroline tried Chau Chow for the first time:

NIGHT TWO-

Olivia’s birthday party at Royale.

Pregame the pregame with tooth brushing and white tongue from extra-strength Tums:

Then actual pregame at our ex-apartment building. Omri got to visit and say hello before getting his beauty rest for the EVVYS:

That night I learned a valuable lesson to stop hiccups (although mine are exceptionally sexy)- have someone close your ears for you while you drink. Thanx Foley!

We even got light sabers!

I asked Foley to take a picture, but it was on the reverse camera used for precision selfies, so I ended up with about 7 of these on my phone:

I even got to go to my favorite Italian inspired eatery! New York Pizza!!!!

NIGHT THREE

Watched Omri host the EVVYS:

We then went to one of my favorite establishments in all of Boston. Gypsy-motha-effin-Bar:

Ladies I know:

Ladies I don’t know:

I got to visit with a Kasia and Samm from our freshman year QUAD:

*throwback* I’m wearing my seductive red classes and headband/ponytail combo:

I also did that thing where I think I can pull of a scowl in a model way, when in reality, it just looks angry:

The night wouldn’t be complete without visiting Chau Chow. Again.

Once back in the dorm, my senior week roommate Kryzz showed off her new EVVY:

And so did I:

NIGHT FOUR

Caroline and I got ready the way all mature ladies do:

We made the trek half a block down to Sweetwater.

Olivia and I wore red pants to match the building’s interior:

We kept the outing brief because our actual college graduation was the next morning.

DAY&NIGHT FIVE

Instructions were given to be at the Wang theater at 9am to hurry up and wait for our 11am graduation. This pic happened at 8:30am with the fourth member of my freshman year quad:

*throwback*

We got to hang out for a couple of hours in our black capes:

Until thissss happened:

BOOM:

The next night I flew home in the seat right next to our class speaker. He’s famous.

Photo creditz: DebzK, Jilisa, Sara, John, Stasia

Dat was da Voiiiiice

Ima go ahead and say, I think I’m a very integral part of the Voice. Passes like this help:

So it only makes sense I went to the finale. There I got to see that Justin Bieber baby sing about the benefits of being in a committed relationship with him:

After Jermaine won the whole competition, Wyso and I made our way to the afta party at the Avalon in Hollywood.

Where we got to talk to one of our favorite contestants Jamar:

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPuCYC_63yY onstage fire was provided by his hotness)

I got to audition (in my head) to be a coach in a swivel chair:

and the contestants got up on the stage to perform fo fun:

Michaelamelia Visit Hipsta Hipsta

First got Michaela from the airport:

and immediately put her artistic skills to wurk for John and my non-profit cake business:

We then got Amelia from the airport with Michaela’s super artsy sign:

Emerson LAX coincidence hay Molly!!!:

Brief overview of being hip with Amelia and Michaela:

Freshman year “Vintage”

Sophomore year “Being Ironic in a Sporty Way”

Junior year “Not Actually Surprised”

Senior year “Brick Wall What”

So you should see why this was HIPPEST WEEKEND ELLE AYE-

Santa Anita Food Truck Festival:

check that instagram out gurrrl:

Talking about Lana Del Rey at the beach:

Obligatory Photoboothing Session:

Cha Cha Lounge:

L Bar:

Laurel Tavern

PhotocreditMichaelaConnorFatch

Sara Omri Visit

Airport signage mashing their names:

A proper welcome:

An understanding of sporty friends:

Once properly welcomed, we spent their visit the best way we knew:

• Initiating Sara into the Cake Team

• The Hustler Store

• Guys bein guys

• In-N-Out

• Houston’s

• Lucky Boy

• Umami

And we got right back into the swing of our usual nightlife routines.

• Photobooth

• L Bar/ Club Lingerie / Club L?

• The Edison (for Brittany and Josiahs’ FOUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY WHAT)

Photo Cred: NLoui, JPod, Stasia?, Sara/Wyso prof pix

Skrillex

Wyso got us (juss call me Plus One) onto Skrillex’ guest list the night before he won a casual THREE GRAMMYS.

Facebook popularity competition.

Wysle’s:

Mine. They key is to appeal to people who appreciate seeing Skrillex face forward, and a good old fashion lady with boi pose:

Given our charm, Wyso and I naturally made a gaggle of dubstepster (yep. word) friends.

• All the girls standing in the line to the bathroom

• Krystyn

Needless to say, we left more of an impression on her than Skrillex did

• And it’s not a night out unless I see a San Marino celebrity like A CERVENKA

Behind the scenes pix:

• Ellie Goulding

Wyso and Ellie having a drink together

Black small head- Skrillex

Blond small head- Ellie

This is how close we were, and these are my Sally Hansen stick-on fishnet nails:

Guy from LMFAO

Guy I thought was in LMFAO

Alternative Caking

As an Emerson Graduate trying to adjust to post-grad mainstream life of Pasadena, I knew I had to put my alternativity (oh you haven’t heard of that word?) to work. My mother invited me to a private cake decorating class for Ilana’s cheer team. This was a perfect chance to stand out. It all started with the infamous breastessess.

• Boob Cake

Then John and I joined an actual weekly class and made other cakes on the side.

• Hipster Teddy Bear Fail

• Ilana-Failed-License-Test-So-Here’s-a-Pumpkin Cake 

And then we were assigned a beehive cake for class. Because the teacher rejected my “Birds and the Bees” themed appliques

I made a princess instead.

• Valentine’s Day Cake, which I used as an opportunity to apologize to Jake.

and then we were able to spend a romantic Valentine’s Day together.

People’s Choice Awards

Josiahs drove and I got shotgun because I’m a lady

and when we arrived to the Nokia Theater L.A. Live, the crowd was thrilled to see us.

We ran into one of our besties and thankfully the paparazzi captured the moment. This was a sign from the universe to remember good posture and my scoliosexy roots.:

After the show (and no, I didn’t get an award this year), the lady who made it all happen, Brittany, got us into the afta-partay. She’s a great multitasker:

There, I ran into an old flame from high school.

It was a pretty one-sided relationship:

Upon meeting eyes I screamed in excitement “WE WERE IN CATS TOGETHER!!!” He tried denying it:

And I couldn’t leave without doing some networking:

and hitting up the photobooth:

Wyso Old?

As a writing minor and overall superstar, I was awarded the task of authoring (ya it’s a word look it up http://www.thefreedictionary.com/authoring) Jared Wyso’s birthday invite. 

Nailed it:

The moment we’ve all been waiting for is almost here! That’s right, Jersey Shore premieres and this is a perfect opportunity to celebrate after the initial excitement. And because I always try to find an excuse to party, January 6, 1989 was the birth of Baby lion-tailed m…acaques, at Woodland Park Zoo (Seattle)!!!

Oh and Jared (Wyso, J.Dub, Wysle, Wysel, Baby J WW, That Douchebag, Hitler’s Dream) happened to have been born this day, 23(thousand) years ago. We’re going to kill two birds with one stone and use it as an excuse to see HASHTAG ELLE AYE from a kool view. 

If you decide you want to actually be around whatshisface, know it’s your responsiblity to cock slap him at any mention of that guy from The Notebook. And dubstep.

We’re dressing up, not talking about “jobs”, getting wasted, admitting to loving Fratmusic.com and I’ll probably get kicked out.  

Plz use this event invitation as a forum to post humiliating pictures of “Jared.” Make sure they include captions like “Wyso-cha Little Bitch” and “Wyso Aryan.” 

Because I’ve been spending my post-grad time earning my MRS degree, making a cake was the next clear move.

Boom:

And the birthday boy LOVED IT:

From that magic moment, the party moved to L Bar in Hollywood, but the actual name is as ambiguous as its unmarked entrance. http://www.yelp.com/biz/club-l-los-angeles

Friendship:

Black on black aka uniform:

Photo Cred: Yahnny

New Year’s 2012

Whitney’s pregame

where I lost part of my leg in a tragic mirror pic.

We then went to http://www.attheecho.com/ for Bootie LA New Year’s Eve edition

and I naturally snuck in a solo close up.

The next day was aight:

Last Chunk of College

The last week(ish) of school was such a roller coaster, it can only be described with vaguely captioned pictures.

Photobooth-Caught Emotions:

Hospital?

-Single goat earring. So asymmetrical. 

Final Projects:

Packing n’ Posing

Crying at Restaurants:

-Chau Chow City

-Melting Pot

Being Press:

See you Emerbabies in May!

Photocred- Omritzy Rolan, Mikatchi McCrinkle

PROMRICEMBER

Thanksgiving Doylestown What Up

This was my third year going to the Podhor residence for Thanksgiving. Because I am consistently lost, John actually flew in from Boston to pick me up for the trip. Before leaving, we dined at Eastern Standard:

took photobooth-esque pictures on a real camera:

and ate bacon.

John used his Southwest practically-an-employee charm to bump us up to an earlier flight (kool bag!):

We arrived in Doylestown:
 

And hung out with all of our Pennsylvania best friends.

Tyler:

Snowy:

Dan, but we only call him Shirley:

John’s sorority sister Jill:

Mr. George during the Cossack vs. Ketel One taste test challenge. John chose Cossack:

Each other:

AND OUR NEW BEAR FRIENDS THAT WE SERIOUSLY CONSIDERED BUYING: 

It was also Mrs. Podhor’s 21st birthday so shout-out Mama Netflix!

Photo cred: John and Olivia