done.

Just like that, we're done with college.

sam & toby

My best friend, Katie, and I love the sadly no-longer-on-the-air TV show, The West Wing. We often have epic, epic West Wing marathons and have become rather fond of the characters and often enjoy likening ourselves to them in certain situation.

Right now we are Sam and Toby: Under Pressure Writing Duo.

Katie (Sam - because she is the dreamer and has more hair) has a huge article due in a few hours. She's 300 words away.

Audrey (Toby - because I am older and also because of aforementioned less hair than Katie) is sitting close for things like moral support, synonyms and general ra-ra.

If you never watch West Wing, this may not make much sense to you. Sorry.

Sam:

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Toby:

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Happy Wednesday.

p.s.

{flickr}

Today I got some purple tulips from a boy.

He is 4 years old.

It made my day like you wouldn't believe.

the 5 "d"s...

Guess what? Finals aren't fun.

Yes, this is a rather duh-ish thing to say, but it doesn't make it any less true.

Here are the Audrey's Stages of Dealing with Finals:

1.) Disbelief: "Um, what? Finals? Already? What? Huh?"

2.) Depression: "The world is a cold, cold place and also horrible for inflicting such a troubling, horrid time upon a poor person such as me."

3.) Denial: "Yeah, who studies anymore?"

4.) Diligence: "Quick! Get good grades!"

5.) Diversions: "Hey, youtube is fun...and Starbucks and friends and brunch and blogging..."

I'm currently on the last "D." It's actually a very fun place to be, especially on the weekend when it seems somewhat justified...

Here are a few of my favorite distractions:

{design sponge}

{seesaw}

{sharesomecandy}

{dressingontheside}

{jordanmagicsager}

tux + crocs

My father is a classical pianist. He loves it. And he's also not half bad at it, too. Tonight he played a Schumann piano concerto. He was great. He also wore a tux and snazzy black Crocs [he recently had ankle surgery so he can't wear "real shoes." His words, not mine].

How cool is my dad?

{piano photo; Croc photo}

thirteen days

I have thirteen days to go. Thirteen days before I finish college. Forever (amendment: finish UNDERGRADUATE college forever, but for the purposes of this post, let's say that is a super big accomplishment.)

In thirteen days I will have built a website, designed a newsletter, and taken some tests.

In thirteen days I will be DONE.

It's literally the most exciting, frightening time I'm living in right now. So much to accomplish, so much to look forward to, and so much unknown.

But here's the good news:

Thirteen days are going to go by no matter what and when they do, I'll get breathe the biggest sigh of relief of my life.

And after that, I get to turn my attention to crafts

[flickr]

and friends

[emily r. kay photography]

and books

[amazon]

It's going to be grand.

Happy Last Thirteen Days to you.