So, I'm doing this paper of Romani gender relations, and just reading about some of these marime codes make me feel suffocated. Granted, they are probably exaggerated in some of the sources, due to the desire to make Gypsies seem even more exotic and separate from the outside world than they really are...but they still bother me.
--during her period, and seven days after it, a girl is considered impure, and cannot touch her husband or other gypsies.
--she also cannot make food for other gypsies.
--after the onset of puberty, a girl's clothing can never be washed with men's clothing, or children's clothing.
And supposedly, all of these things also apply for up to six weeks after a woman gives birth.

Some books even say that a Gypsy man will never touch a Gypsy woman except to procreate. Where's my cuddling, dammit!

I finished my thesis at approximately 12:30 am last night, and then I had a cheeseburger to celebrate. 33 pages, and it took me a whole 9 months.

Yesterday, I accidentally left my copy card with about $50 still on it at the Architecture library. Aaron found it his last year of college, and then when he left he passed it on to me. I hope it's gone to someone who will be as appreciative of it as we were--it made my day every time I used it...
Float on, little card, for you have served me well.

Also yesterday, I saw this guy who I went to elementary school with. I talked to him once since then, when we were both suprised into being extra friendly, I think. When I think about it, though, this is the guy who pretty much his only words to me were in the fifth grade, when he asked me, "How come you always wear the same thing to school? Everyone else changes their clothes. You're like a teacher." Said he of the hyper-color color-changing shirts (which really just ended up a different color in sweaty areas.)
What I should've said was, yeah, well you dress like A.C. Slater. Because now, come to think of it, he sorta did--he even had the mini-mullet.
In the end, though, I just shrugged and ignored him. You'd think it would've scarred me for life or something, but it really hasn't. I still wear the same clothes two days in a row sometimes. In fact, I'm doing it today.

Today was a good day. I felt like I participated in the world instead of just sitting back and watching.
I didn't even mind the traffic on the way home bc I had a yogurt with icy strawberries from TCBY to keep my company.
My thesis is almost done. And I refuse to start panicking about my gypsy paper. Everything will get done. (say it with me!)

I was thinking today--if I had a magazine article written about me, I would want the headline to be: "All-American. Brought up on fast food and punk rock."
That would be pimp, right??
So now you know the retarded things I think about in the boring moments of my day.
What about you--what would your magazine headline be?

Just think-this morning I woke up thinking Q-drops and doom, and now...well. It's still not so great but it's workable...I think.

I miss miss miss Aaron! and Barton Springs and Dog Almighty and renting movies and all those things that make life fun.
Instead, I must console myself with thesis-writing, Gypsy-paper-cramming, and statistics-studying.
Oh, and I guess my new phone helps too. yay!

"wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long..."

I am so over this semester.
I am wound up, and cannot get unwound.

Although I had a very nice weekend.

GET TO WORK!

so I found my discover card. Other than that it's been a pretty klutzy day. Almost like I had to trade in the good luck of finding that card immediately for some bad luck. But it's worth it, I just have the equivalent of a Big Gulp lying in a sticky pool on the floor of the passenger side of my car now. yuck.
I'm cutting my work hours for finals, officially, starting next week. I'm already doing it unofficially, seeing as I left an hour early both last Friday and today...but there just isn't much to do these days.
I'm stressing: two papers for my Romani studies class, another for my WWI class, and a desperate need to hurry up and finish my thesis.
For right now though, I'm going to use up some of that gas I paid so freakin much for about twenty mins. ago to go get some Kerby Lane. Since my gerbils are ignoring me. That's pretty sad, right?

oh boy does my head hurt. I lost a credit card, and I'm so sure it's around here somewhere, but I just can't find it!
I even looked in the dumpster to get last week's trash in case I threw it away. yuck, I know. but it wasn't sooo bad, because Elissa was an awesome friend to come with me while I dug through the full dumpster and tell me funny things and basically keep my mind off of what I was doing.
I really need to find it.