Work V. School

I should be sleeping, not peeling my eyelids back up to stare at yet another question about what losses to society may have occurred when Persia lost to Alexander of Macedon, otherwise known as Alex the Great. Or something like that anyway. If I don't start getting more homework done during the week rather than at midnight Sunday with the alarm set for 4:15am, I am going to start bombing classes. Get your Head out of your ass trish...

Meet Frodo

Say hello to another of my little friends. Frodo was a rescue I brought home roughly three years ago. I traded a diamond ring for him, hence Frodo (He's my precious /snicker). And considering the rough road we had to travel with him due to the neglect he suffered his first five years, The Man once suggested that Gollum might have been a better name! But my baby boy has come along way in the last three years, he's learned that biting does not get him the attention he wants, he's slowly (oh so slowly) picking up a vocabulary, he has become allot more comfortable with people. His original owners didn't mean to screw Frodo up, they simply did not educate themselves about the pet they were bringing home. And while I understand they meant no harm, I still think it's criminal neglect.

I'm not a feminist, really I'm not!

I'm up at midnight doing an assignment for world civ. We were given a choice of six topics to write a short essay on, and one of them deals with women's role in historical China. It was tough not to go with that option, but I don't want my professor to think I'm a raging feminist and I've already written on women's roles in ancient civs. And I really, really am not a feminist! I'm just a woman. It's rather appalling to me that most young women today don't know womens history. Just as bad are the tremendous numbers of Black, Native, Asian, etc peoples who live in first world countries (ie North America, most of Western Europe and Australia, and highly developed Asian countries) and don't think about, or CARE about their historical background. I'm a woman, I'm Hawaiian, I'm Native American, and I'm Scotch-Irish. I know the historical stories of these people(s). I know what the people who came before me went through that I might have the life I have now, meaning my options and freedoms. And I am often drawn to their stories when I need to write about the past.

On the other hand, I'm pretty sure most of my professors know I'm highly opinionated...

Same old story...

I did not exactly forget about this blog, it just didn't really catch my attention. But now that it's been brought back to my attention, I've enjoyed re-reading those few posts I did make. It was a nice to see where I was for that small window of time. I think I might give this "blogging thing" another try, though I don't know that it will work any better for me the second time around than it did the first. I'm not surprised that no one has read this yet, I'd be shocked if anyone ever did.

About The Ruins, yeah that really sucked! Did eventually see the movie and it was better than the book, which doesn't say a whole lot about the movie...

Yuki, I MISS Yuki!! He's up in MN now with The Man. We decided to move up there and when He got a good job offer it made sense to split our household up while I finish my associates, but it's been tough. Sometimes I miss Yuki more than his owner (omg really? yup!)

Still have the bike, and am much better on it now than I was the first year. I loff my little 250 ninja, but I would like to move up to a 500 when I get a chance.

The Man and I are still together, or maybe came back together is a better way to phrase it. I don't know if he cheated on me (which would be bad) or if he used me while he had a relationship with someone else (which is a whole lot worse), but it lasted nearly a year. We actually had a talk once and agreed that we just weren't going to "hang out" anymore, but he was back that night. I made him leave that night and the next and he got mad at ME?!? I don't understand at all. He did stop seeing her, I have friends who were friends of hers. From what I understand she got mad because he just completely stopped talking to her one day. Wouldn't return her calls or see her at all. I know it was right around the time I said I was done unless he made a decision to be with me. So I guess he made a decision. It is tough though, he has never admitted that he did anything wrong. The closest he'll come is admitting she was more than a friend. I still have a real problem with trust, but I do love the man (the heart wants what it wants I suppose, even when the brain is screaming!). I can't wait to get up to MN though. I really would love to make it work with The Man, but I also REALLY WANT TO LIVE IN MN!!! I can't even tell you why, I don't know myself...

So here we are again, lets see if we can make this work OK?