I just keep telling myself...

Well kids, we've got aboot two weeks left before I abruptly explode into a Shakers-esque celebratory freak-out of college graduation euphoria (predicted to be an approximate level five on the Richter scale, n'so-on-n'-so-forth). It'll have you shaking in your shoesies wherever you may be, guaranteed--as will the photos from the graduation costume party that I'm planning, even though (alas) I can't go as Margot Tenenbaum anymore. I cut my hair too short, you see, and now I only vaguely resemble her. I'll come up with an equally good alternative.

Anyway, here's what's cooking lately:
+ Andy and I bought a Super Nintendo and have been reliving the early 90's childhood dream in what little time we can scrape together between our finals preparations. Totally radical.

And coagulating for the next few weeks on my mental backburners:
+ plans to put together a flickr account, and to create a mini-site with downloadable bookplates, recipe cards, and fake citizen/bad parking violations, made my me. For no particular reason.
+ plans to start up with karate again in April, and to NEVER QUIT AGAIN for as long as I live--because I go through a sort of crisis of meaning without that kind of non-school-related discipline. And also,
+ plans to put together Polaroid photo collections on the following themes: "Tacky Americana Fabulousness," "With a Nod to Wes Anderson," "Evidence of Gender Performativity," and "Andy's Bizarre Subconscious Habits" (documenting my boyfriend in all of his wonderful weirdnesses).
+ our monumental roadtrip through the southwest.