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.