Hello, My Name is Carmen

Last weekend, a gentleman in a bar told me that I looked like Carmen Sandiego. 

At the time, I was outraged.  Stormed off dramatically.  Made a scene. 

However, the next day I realized that it might have been the best thing I ever heard. 

The resemblance is truly uncanny. 

In other news, this weekend is THE weekend.  My last weekend as a graduate student.  All that stands between me and that diploma are three curriculum sketches and a huge ass portfolio. Due on Sunday.

And that's kind of a lot of stuff. And I haven't started.  And I might be home sick tomorrow (*cough cough*).

I am lacking motivation.  See if you can spot the reason why I can't get myself to stress my final portfolio grade:

Yup, I'm a shoo-in for A+. 

But let's be honest, I could kind of use my Carmen Sandiego hat right now.