And so it begins...

the final stretch... and it stretches ahead overwhelmingly...
things are generally good... i'm allowed to graduate, even picked up my cap and gown... surreal... and dad's coming! that seemed touch and go at first, but i'm pleased to report that he wants to come...

in other news... i met a real live disappearing boy...
it seems like people should just accept that your affection is genuine unless there's good reason to believe otherwise.. mine was...

stella's afraid of the bathroom now... that has some very unsettling implications.

for now, poverty has been staved off, and it's exquisite

so here's the lowdown - 2 in-class finals, 1 take home final, 3 research papers, and one massive research project... if i hear anyone complaining about their exam schedule, i'll clock them.

i'm going to be a fucking lawyer... what the...?