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Hey dudes.

I moved across the country for the summer with no job, no internship, and exactly 16 cents in my bank account. To celebrate this act of naivety, I made this blog. A (not so) daily account of my Boston adventures. Check it. http://thelittlestbean.tumblr.com/

Ally, keep doing what you are doing and do not be afraid to be the true you. Even if 365 Project is over, you still have many years left to fill with your wonderful, gorgeous, upbeat personality and photographs. Do not stop because it is an ending point, continue because you are creating a beautiful change for the better. Do not be afraid to take risks. Let your talent and charm shine through. Continue to live your life and achieve your dreams. Do not shy away from the world, let them discover u

Oh, my heart!

So. Here we are.

From day one, I’ve thought about what I would possibly write here. I’ve been wondering whether, after a whole year, I’d have something profound to say. Wondering if I’d have anything to say at all. Would I feel different, changed maybe, at the end of this project? But now I realize it was never about the end.

I could speak endlessly about the things I’ve learned from Project 365, both technically and personally, throughout the course of this year. But above all else, I’ve found this to be true. Documenting a year of your life sounds intimidating, but it has also prodded me to be more, to live more, so that I would have something to show for each day. And this year, I lived a whole lot. I went streaking in a rainstorm. I sang in a professional opera. I ate too many fried things. I forgot to sleep for 72 hours. I fell out of love. I fell through a floor. I discovered the various culinary applications of marshmallow cream. I had brown hair. Red hair. Blonde hair. Blue hair, for a bit. I slept on couches. I talked to people I was scared shitless to approach. I danced - very badly I might add. I stole a three pound block of mozzarella from party and ran like hell. I saw the sun rise from just about every academic building on campus. I met a boy. I met a girl. I got a job. I scootered around unity house with a plate of green eggs in one hand, a 40 in the other, and a rat on my head. I cried until I couldn’t any more. I laughed until I peed. I was tweeted by an international superstar. I picnicked on a roof. I staged a fake wedding. I blacked out. I browned out. I mellowed out. I discovered the true purpose of the photo studio. I got 31 stitches. I somehow managed to successfully navigate the New York City subway system. I got a tattoo. I discovered the joys of porchsitting and the therapeutic powers of nail polish and Mickey eggs at the Deli. I loved my body. I hated my body. I bathed in a waterfall. I touched too many cats. I had a religious experience in a church that had absolutely nothing to do with god. I had a religious experience in a pinegrove that had absolutely everything to do with god. I drank a lot of Sunny D. I climbed a mountain.

Moral of this long-winded story, as eyeroll-inducing as it may be. Do something. Be something. Create something. Attempt something so ambitious that never in a million years would you think you could achieve it.

Because you just might. And it feels so bittersweet to be typing this last bit...

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#ally schmaling #kenyon college #photography #project 365 #year #365 #2012

Could you not stop doing 365 pretty please?

<3 <3 <3 POLITE ANON, YOU MAKE MY HEART HAPPY.

CONTINUE YR BLOG PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

OOOF. JURY IS DELIBERATING. AND BY JURY I MEAN MY BRAIN.

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My beautiful lil Hayley is all grown up too. Weird.

Also weird: Project 365 ends today, I turn 19 tomorrow, and I move to Boston next week. MY HEART FEELS STRANGE ABOUT ALL OF THESE THINGS.

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It's like that thiiiing of when you avoid tumblr like the plague because you know your 365 is ending and you don't know how to feel about that.

Also LOOK. My lil crazy K8 is all grown up!

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I did a shoot the other day with a THREE YEAR OLD and A PET CHICKEN. Kind internet people, if you don't hear from me in a while, it's probably because MY HEART HAS SIMPLY EXPLODED ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THE ADORABLE. I MEAN, COME ON.

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Still dumbfounded as to how I got lucky enough to have the incredible friends I have. Thanks universe.

I go to Kenyon, these pictures are amazing. I bet you could even make Mather look good.

I appreciate the compliment kind anon, but I'm afraid nobody could make those riot proof halls beautiful.

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My beautiful best friend Hannah has a beautiful little sister who's not so little anymore.

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We managed to get the whole family together for a memorial for my grandma. Scrapbooks and airplanes and gin&tonics and porchswings and puberty and solar eclipses. It was nice.

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What I lack in siblings, I make up for in cousins and dogz. I've got everything I need.

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Yesterday was boats with best friends and burritos the size of your head. I'm starting to feel very strange about not being here in this comfortable, familiar, predictable little town this summer. BUT I SHALL BE READY WHEN THE TIME COMES, GODDAMNIT.

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My grandfather designed and built this dollhouse with his own two hands for me when I was teeny little girl - back in my dog-biscuit-eating, nose-picking, frog-catching days. I'm pretty sure it will always be the most beautiful thing I ever own.

Last night I woke up sobbing from a night terror I can't for the life of me remember. And now I've spent this whole day in a hazy, despondent shlump, and I have no idea why. You know how sometimes a dream, or even just the mood of a dream, can seem to just sort of spill over from night into the day and buzz around in the fissures of your brain while you're just trying to go about your daily business? Nope, just me?

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Here's the thing. I'm a fat-positive feminist who preaches self-love and body tolerance, and I think all human bodies are so, so incredibly beautiful. Just not mine. Le sigh.

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DOGS FIND TURTLE. DOGS DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE TURTLE. ALLY IS AMUSED.

Alright folks, it's only day three on the homefront and I'm starting to get cabin fever. Things I learned today: the shove-it-into-a-trash-bag-and-throw-it-in-mom-and-dad's-minivan strategy might be an effective packing method, but not a very pleasant unpacking method. Also, one can waste a surprisingly large amount time learning how to play acoustic versions of bad rap songs on the guitar. Also, chihuahuas don't like it when you attempt to stuff them into unicorn backpacks. Also, I GOT BORED AND DYED MY HAIR AND IDGAF.

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