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Things are moving along, slowly but steadily. Today I dropped just short of seventy dollars for my graduation regalia, minus whatever honors cords I need, since the University can't yet estimate GPAs for Latin Honors. I'm crossing my fingers. There are four (FOUR!) ceremonies I can attend, but I have a feeling I'll only go to three of them since the Honors College's is the day before and I really have no affinity for the foriegn language ceremony.

I also picked up five official invitations. That's it, five. One for me, one for the parents, a couple for the grandparents and one for... whatever. They won't extort anything for more out of me. I didn't learn InDesign for nothing-- I'll make my own.

This week I started landscaping the triplex, puttering around with the tools my landlord paid for and trying to get the lawnmower to work. The beast of a machine refused to start yesterday, no matter what my fix-it friends did to help. Today I backed it up a step and dumped out the yellowing fuel to replace it with some high-octane gasoline. Started on the first try.

I love gardening. Not the actual act, because I'm usually getting a crick somewhere in my back while in-process, but I do love being reminded of the smell of dirt. This term I've got Tuesday and Thursday mornings off till noon, so I can take my time and poke around in the yard those mornings if I like.

Today I had my consultation with London Hair about getting my 'do styled for the fashion show. I go in for my cut and color on Friday, and they'll be coiffing me next Wednesday before the show, too. Tomorrow it's back to Studio One in the Hult Center for "professional runway training" and rehearsal. I feel like I ought to be nervous but I'm really not. I don't have anything riding on this. But there's still the vague unease that someone will call me out as an imposter.

I've been focusing all my energy on my thesis design. Eight pages a week, more if I can manage it. I started yesterday and I'm down four of the six-page photo-essay. Design takes a lot of time but really a lot less thought than writing. It's all visual intuition, and that's something I can very easily get caught up in (just take a look at my photo pages). This weekend I'll start putting in a few hours on the marketing proposal and see if the whole thing starts to fall together before I have a panic attack.