School:

2 weeks.

One more semester and I will be finshed. I will be able to say with pride "I have a degree in general studies . . . eh? I have an emphasis in Art. Don't patronize me you pathetic imbecile; at least I know what the word parthogenesis means!" Which of course will get me very far in the world.

9 months.

I will back in Kansas City. Which is bitter-sweet. I don't want to leave the family I have here. Especially the dearly annoying, semi-obnoxious (but thats why I love him) roomate, Jerome or his twin brother Patsy. Who is to wed in a few weeks to Michaela . . . part one of the best female friend I have ever had: part two would be Angela. I'm gonna miss them both . . .

1 year.

London; Thousands of dollars later I will be in the land of the Spice Girls and other lesser known female pop groups. I'll be eating alcoholic Ice Cream at some place at Oxford, taking pictures of the house from "the Importance of Being Earnest" (those are for you mother), and praying alot. Whoo-hoo.

2 years.

Who the hell knows?! KC, Hays, London. 2 years is precariously close to 25, the estimated age of marriage, hmmm.

Luv,
Clay