white boys and clean floors

When I asked the coordinator of the Civil Rights testing what kind of people she needed, she said it's hardest to get white men to participate (imagine that - they don't want to do things that might expose the privileges they have). I said, "Gee, I'm sorry, I don't really know any white men."

But I do; some of my classmates are possibly cool. North Carolina Boy is the one I approached, and he said he's definitely down with that.

But it did make me take note - I really don't know many white boys (and he and I got chummy because we're in Spanish together and he was Puerto Rico for a year). The people I talk to most at school, they're the few minorities. Of the people I know and like and choose to sit near, there's Puerto Rican, Indian, Mexican, African American, Korean. And a blind woman, who is white. When I filled out my application to be a tester, they asked if I'd ever owned a rental, and I thought back - yeah, the only renters I ever had, one was Mexican and one was Nicaraguan; of the two, one was lesbian. I think I got my civil rights violations to a minimum here. If Pam had walked with a limp and Nancy had gotten knocked up, I'd have about all the protected categories covered.

My point? Just that I don't get the segregation. It's boring.

And I finally cleaned my floors well. Maybe your mother told you to always wear clean underwear in case you were in a car crash and taken to the hospital. It's the same with clean floors. Yesterday Tami and Ahmed stopped by and we went to Pyramids - I wanted her to see where I live. It was great to see them! Anyway, it was embarrassing to have such dirty floors. And then today K offered to drive me home and my first thought was, "I don't want her to see my dirty floors."

Well, they're clean now. And I finally laid out the rug and hung the Alaskan mask, so I'm finally, six weeks later, moved in.

And it's LOOOONG past my bedtime and I'm hours behind on work.

I'm putting the finishing touches on the first of the paperwork for Dayton, and hopefully I'll fax it to him tomorrow.

OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO GET MARRIED! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO LIVE WITH A BOY!! (Think Friends episode here.)