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Hello, senior-itis. Complete, utter, ridiculous calculus procrastination is in full effect.

I thought I'd try and make it productive procrastination at least, so I set out to find my passport...for all that world traveling I'll be doing post-graduation.

No luck so far, even though I was sure it would be in that dusty blue box buried behind my magic marker basket.

No.

But the box was full of lots of other goodies including this silly Polaroid:

So proud of that pineapple cake (deftly decorated with a fresh pineapple top, canned slices, and pieces of carrot). 

There were also lots of ticket stubs, a playlist from an old mix tape (Ramones, The Jam, Black Flag, etc.), soap opera comics cut-outs, a Devo pin, and a letter from my Gramps postmarked April, 1991, addressed to "Ms. S.":

Nothing special here--
yak at the guys on the ham
rig--go down to the jetty--
coffee--walk & look at the sail-
boats---. Certainly better than
the smog & heat (already) of the
valley.
Hope you are surviving
school & the job. Will see you
one of these days, I hope.
Real "stick in the mud" lately hi hi.
                            Gramp

I can hear him saying that stuff. Makes me pause and smile. (And my god, I'm still in school. Totally got rid of that job though.)

A dusty time-suck kind of blue box that is perfect for procrastination.

And, oh yes, it had this list-of-a-letter. And yes, LIFE WAS SIMPLER THEN.

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