Why am I WHAT?

I shouldn't be writing here. This is crazy. This is just nuts. But that is why I am writing here. Because I practice extreme procrastination. Enough.

Graduation is so close that I can taste the iron in its thick, crimson blood and I loooooove it. But after that feast I will soon be hungry, and what could possibly quench my thirst for life changing events? Perhaps a temp job in the mountains of West Virginia. Oh. Hell. Yes.

I will be saving cerulean warblers from extinction, tagging hawks with radio transmitters, getting massively wasted and possibly getting a tan. What? It will be a kick ass summer for shizzle.

Ugh paper...now.

Liz