  Capstone = over. Our presentation went really well. Decatur smells like corn crush, according to my new friend Bruce who drives a luxury conversion van all day. I got to see two million fish and Boston Bibb Lettuce. Basically , it was a pretty good time. I got another internship offer yesterday and turned it down. Sorry, Charlies. I'm not sure if I regret it or not. Largest and best PR agency in the world where I'd be working on things like Pepsi vs. a small, funky agency in an old popcorn factory where I'm going to work on Captain D's. I don't think corporate is really my thing. There are a lot of things I would like to accomplish this weekend, but what I really want is to see my Philadelphia-bound boyfriend.
I'm hoping that when college is over our relationship will get better, not worse. It's like the whole world is doing its best to keep us apart right now, especially a certain three-letter word magazine for which I have some choice four-letter words. The girls on the Girl Scout cookie boxes are actually quite frightening. Hey, former FIG: anybody have the address for the shindig tomorrow? I lost my invite. 
