With the advent of internet travel coupons, the doorway to unlimited travelling for a very very spiffy price is wide open. Unfortunately, I don't have a travel partner. And that sucks. Obviously.

Moving on to...

In the realm of the internet, and at the behest of my lecturer, I trawled and found a shop called Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co. which is actually a learning center for kids disguised as a badly disguised superhero gear store (Edna Mole must be pissed because her 'no-capes' policy is ignored here). Their amazing way to pull in a kids is wow. Just... Wow.

I'm taking their idea of disguise and deliberate misrepresentation to front my agenda against obscenely expensive and unintelligible consumer goods -- which is part of my final assignment for my studio -- in order to educate the masses using graphic t-shirts. REALLY NICE graphic t-shirts. Which I have to design. Which puts me in deep doodoo because I'm not that great at making graphic t-shirts. Why did I dig myself into this hole? Who knows. Go me! *pops party favours and toots a party horn*

Again, on a travelly-experiency note:

These are the badges that matter to me. A score sheet of the entire planet, the food I've eaten, the cultures I've experienced and the people I've met.

I don't think I'll ever end up in Antarctica, not that I want to given that the only things that live there are penguins and scientists -- very, very determined, hardcore superscientists who don't even want to hang out at the Vostok station--, and that's okay. Besides, I HAAAAAAAATE the cold. I wonder why I'm even here sometimes. Obviously I like to torture myself because paaaaaain is all I feeeeeeeeeeeeeel... Jokes, jokes. I also sometimes feel disdain and severe hatred.

End procrastination. On to actually finishing some work.
Adieu.