How absurd is the moment of the realization of the impending doom that is college graduation? Very, I say. The image of a toga and a cap and being done with schooling forever just does not compute in my puny, pea-sized brain. More so if that image happens to be of me. That is just such a crazy, foreign concept that I can’t wrap my brains around. That, and the six-month-or-so long “weekend” between the point of graduation and the point of employment.

But anyway. Before I break my brain, let me digress, or just post about something tangentially related to this: graduation picture day. In other words, I just had mine taken today. Yay? Sure. Here are some photos:

me + isabel

paulina. guuurl, why are you so pretty all the time?

jamie (& her awesome falsies) + rhein as russell from up!

jamie with rhein’s balloons. spot the ‘badges’ on the table. :)

Speaking of balloons. They were filled with helium, by the way. We all know what that means:

So, I went as Max Fischer. I am living now in the constant fear of making a guest appearance on Tenenbaum Fail. This fear is not a joke. It is real. Don’t you dare submit my picture, blog reader. :(

More pictures under the ‘cut’.


Max Fischer + Amélie Poulain.

Isa’s shot was conceptual :)

Thank you Carla for the blazer, thank you Pau for the hat.

Why yes, I was in shorts, actually.

Fin