Thirteen days until I have a degree in my hands and am legitimate by much of the world's standards... and today I feel like just not doing it anymore. What if I don't turn in this paper that is due in an hour and seven minutes? What if I don't send an apologetic email with it attached and just stop now. That would be silly, yes. However, I am writing this paper on Tina Modotti and Frida Kahlo so I am feeling like everything is silly.
I can do this though. I just have been doing it for so long that the idea of not having to anymore is a bit more daunting than anticipated and I am glad to be waitressing on the boardwalk in Mission Beach instead of starting an internship in a cold place like D.C. or New York. Though every time I get hit on by a sloshed frat kid the thought of skipping town does ring clear in my ear.
Speaking of such nonsense, I am officially announcing that I am planning on skipping town (gasp). Not right away though. I miss my San Diego summers, my studio (converted laundry room) is four blocks from six decent surf breaks, a ten block skate to work and June gloom should be set to leave mid month. I'm waitressing now and will pick up another job when I graduate in two weeks...
... then in October, my dear friend Darla is set to marry her fiance, Vivek. I get to cruise out to India for the reception and will travel a bit to places we didn't get to see last time we were out there. I'll hit up Europe on my way out and Hong Kong on my way back (India's so far away it doesn't matter how you get there). So, providing I keep my living expenses down, I should be ready to go come the end of October. Hopefully Laurel will be joining me and hopefully it will be as rad as it is right now in my brain.
Fifty-eight minutes till my paper is due. That's not going to happen. I guess an apologetic email is in store. Oh well, I at least know I'll pass the class and I get to learn about radical women in the mean time which has always been a joy for me.
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