  Finished now with all the celebrations the day afforded me. Im an unofficial graduate from CSUSM. And for those who know me, thats one hell of a feat. Twas only two years ago that I vowed Id never return to that campus. And here I am, a few short papers to go before Ill have that diploma in hand and signed by Ahnold!! Woo-hoo! I had a shitty night with a collegue who Ill hopefully never see again. Deana Walsh can erase my name from her phone book with confidence, cause Im sure as shit never going to talk to her again. Yet tonight is about celebration. So what if Im laughing at the impossibility at all of us grads securing employment in the coming months.
If I were speaking, Id address /that/. not some silly, inane montage of clichand blather about footsteps and unchartered paths. I took pictures of nothing impossibly impractical female footwear and all us idiots standing around with our cell phones glued to our ears. An apt holdover from antiquity that Americans enjoy. When was the last time your mobile phones call was carried out with the help of a cell?
I have one more email/letter to send out tonight, speaking of tech. the beautiful ms. Anna Marchant of Bolzano, Italy. Shes the one who I went back to school for. To impress her, in part. And to join her ranks since she, a stellar figure in my personal line of heroines, once ran the same track. I want to thank her. Because she, like Claudia did for me in high school, inspired me by example to make this day possible. Only Claudia flaked out on my high school grad. You wonder why I didnt want anyone to know I was doing this today? 
