Still Kicking

I had my last ever class as a Stanford student today. We spent 90 minutes talking about video game interfaces and the survival horror genre. Which somehow seems like a fitting cap to my undergraduate career. (I think it's a testimony to how sweet this professor is that even though he scheduled a class after the term had technically ended and classes should have been done, no one bothered to correct him and almost everyone showed up.)

Um. The opera was amazingly magnificent and I will post about it in more depth as soon as I have five minutes to myself, which at this rate may be after commencement. None of my finals are especially arduous, but I do have a short story due tomorrow (epic writing planned for tonight, oh man), and two projects due early next week. And I have to pack up four years worth of junk and clean everything before my grandma gets here, and I think there are probably some senior events I'm supposed to go to, and I want to get in one last shift at the call center to get some paperwork I need for my resume and say goodbye to everyone. So yeah, busy busy busy, not in an awful way, but I probably won't around a ton until I'm done with school.

In the meantime, here's some naked footballers. Just, you know. My way of saying I love you. And Jens Lehmann's fabulous ass.