Finals Begin

This morning I: did not eat breakfast because Mother took 45min to go buy bread and I was almost late to class; took my culture final; did not just draw Prof Mekouar's portrait and hand it in; turned in my gender final paper; turned in my cellular telephone; paid my bills; sent out Peace Corps recommendation information; shared much music with Hilary; made a group appt for Salon Karim this Wednesday afternoon for haircuts, massages, manis/pedis, etc.; and commenced the countdown that only takes up five fingers on my hand.

This weekend was pretty intense. I have been forbidden to plug in my computer in the house because it, you know, causes leaks and power surges and outages and solar eclipses and all that stuff. I hammamed with Monica and Rebecca, which was refreshing because I hadn't been for two weeks (it's shuma to hammam during that time of month). We went to Hilary's afterwards to partake in Arabic review, culture studying, Nutella, peanut butter, ghaif, and Twining's Earl Grey. We got a lot of work done, honest we did. We had been goofy all evening Friday by partaking in ten ghaif and The Lion King. The girls here say that I have a photographic memory because I can have a perfectly timed recitation of many of the movies that we've watched. I say that it's not photographic memory but just an unhealthy affection for pre-1995 Disney movies.

My family has failed many times in the past week to observe my vegetarianism. I did eat a scrap of meat at one meal, just to try and appease them, and then I was sick afterwards. They yelled at me this morning for not eating with the family. I can't eat what I know I will throw up! I am so furious that our homestay was extended to Thursday, for if it hadn't, I could be so comfortable in a hotel. I would be eating Brahim's EXCELLENCE every lunch and going out to restaurants for dinners and cafés for breakfast. I would be eating well and not awkwardly. Damn it.