School is good. I'm on page 16 of 24 (32 of 48) for my class tomorrow, but the fact that there are at least 50 more (two sheets per) pages of reading to go, I don't think it bodes well. It's good I'm just going to audit the Spanish class, and I'm sure I'll learn a lot. It's about Mexican Identity, which is particularly cool for me given my oddly Hispanic background.

My thesis is also going well. One of these days I'm going to have to borrow someone's Adderall and sit down with it for a day and revise the hell out of my Intro, but today is not the day. I think next Thursday. Maybe even this Thursday seeing how things pan out.

Today I found the most wonderful perfect leaf in the whole world. It's a giant ivy type leaf, waxy and a perfect heart shape, but a beautiful rosy red, deep and almost purple at the bottom that blends into little veins of green and yellow in the two rounded parts up top. It's about as big as my face and I think it is gorgeous. I love it and want to give it to someone who will appreciate it as much as me, but then, maybe I should keep it for myself. I like leaves; I don't always need to give thing I like away to people. Sometimes they can be kept close to the soul and savored.

On the day of the Super Bowl (yesterday), the boys were all commenting about how the coach and the losing quarterback were going to beat up on their girlfriend/wife after the game, take out their anger or what not, ruining the model's career, etc. I told them to stop because I found it remarkably offensive, and today I am still thinking about it. I've never done anything like that before and really meant it the way I did yesterday. I feel good about it. I did find it offensive, and I shouldn't feel conflicted about having said something. It's appropriate to speak up and not accept misogynistic humor even if they didn't mean it in a serious or asshole way. I think I am confused about if I feel bad because I don't think I should have spoken up femininist style or if I just feel funny because I don't normally speak up at all, particularly not when GM is one of the culprits.

And it's strange, because I see my fair share of Boy Movies with Tom and GM, and we all delight in watching kung fu savagery- I'm not afraid to play at the boy-life. But I've never expressed an adamant opposal to it the way I did. So I think I'm excited about that. I like it. It doesn't make a real difference in the world, but if I keep that sort of thing up, I'll be a better person and a force to be reckoned with.

So today I'm feeling quite good. I got a lot of work done, and I'm speaking a lot of Spanish tomorrow, and I'm excited about everything I am doing in my classes and most of my life. Things feel promising in most areas, and there are boys to flirt with even if they are all too young to be anything real, so we all know we're just playing and dancing. I'm okay with just wiggling for the time being. I think I need my head on straight.

That's not really true. I know where I want to be with extreme clarity despite all signs to the contrary and the entirety of reality pointing against it. *sigh*