about to go to my last crit and final review...
graduation, here I come.
how i'm feeling: fat. and accomplished.
I'm like a real grown up: high heels, suit coat, and a college degree.
at least there's no room to grow up any more here.
peace out ccs. you've been bad and good to me, but mostly good.
I'd like to thank my mom and dad for putting up with me through all of this, (also putting me through this) and for the talent and creativity you've given me. you have no idea how grateful I am/have been/will be.
i love you most.