Things are for sure getting interesting.

soo angry. to let it slide, or to instigate ass kicking?

frustrated. letting it play out, or being a tool?

why on earth can't i get anything done?

Large ambitions. Tiny world view.

I'm reading various blogs I love to read when I should be paying attention in lecture. Oh well.
I read "a day in the life" entry from a wonderful friend who's living in Seoul, Korea right now. (Hi again, Glo!) I read a couple of "the adventures of..." entries written by a friend who is traveling through Africa, mainly Kenya, right now. I read a blog written by a lovely woman I ran into online years back who is an American ex-pat in Ireland, raising her daughter (and soon to be second) with her Irish partner. Another woman, a geologist, who I ran into online a year or two ago who is doing amazing research, has so many opportunities in front of her in the field.


All of these women seem to be doing well and live extraordinary lives, and I am genuinely so happy for them

It does make me wonder when I lost my own sense of adventure and possibility.
I did walk about 8.5 miles yesterday. It was so beautiful here, and it rocked.

So I was videochatting with someone awesome the other night, (::pokepokegloriacoughpoke::) and she mentioned that I never really update this blog. I explained that there were reasons for this, and I would explain them later, since I didn't want to take up much of her time since she was meeting a friend for dinner.

The truth is that I don't like updating when I feel like all I'm doing is bitching to the world, and lately, that is all I feel that I would be doing. Between failing mandatory coursework, having to take the class (which I loathe) again on top of the next class in the series, proceeding to have the class drive me nuts again (and probably failing it again, we'll see), breaking my wrist, being thousands of miles away while my family dotes over my amazing and adorable new nephew (nephew is amazing, being thousands of miles away from him sucks), and for the most part hating the city I live in .... life lately has not been all roses.

So yeah. Sorry for the absence.

Bus Shenanegans ala Rudeness

Friday night, I was taking the bus home. It was late, but I guess rush hour was still in effect, because there was a chunk of the trip where the bus was *packed* and standing room only.

I kept looking at this one particular woman on the other side of the bus, who had taken up an entire seat for her bags. I kept glancing over every once in awhile to see if, perchance, she might do the right thing and move her stuff so someone could sit down.

She never did. And no one ever, that I saw, asked her for that seat. I almost wish I hadn't gotten a seat when I got on the bus - I feel like I definitely would have asked her for the seat. I am finding it hard to fathom how someone would not be really, honestly embarrassed by acting so rudely. Maybe it's because people get away with it - most of us have trouble calling other people on their rudeness - as exemplified by that seat remaining empty throughout the trip.

Not that I'm always the most considerate person - but I do make an effort. We're all in this world together, I feel like we should act that way.

Okay, stepping off my high horse.

Hatred of Physics Post 13923940582349582938745.

I think I might be getting my physics test back tonight.

This is not a good thing.

Ew. Just ew.

For sure, the buses of Portland, Or. do not tend to be ridden with overly shenanegous behaviour. However, today I saw the most disgusting thing I think I have ever seen.

There was a man sitting in the back of the bus spitting. There was spit globbed on the window next to him. Spit globbed on the floor underneath him. It was really, really disgusting.

I'm not sure what it says about our society that none of us passengers said anything.

In which she tries not to be melodramatic, and fails miserably.

The Good:
My sister came home today.
I got two grades back today - they were both ok.

The Bad:
I'm ready to thwap the P - she bit me last night, hard. ::scowl:: I may have to dub her vampire-cat, which is a turn of events I'm not particularly happy about.
I have a huge project due on Friday and am really behind on it. After 10 weeks, MatLab is *still* kicking my ass. *kill*.
We filled out our eval's for one class. I didn't get one. I had been looking forward to filling that one out for weeks.

Life, you can stop laughing at me.

Introducing the P

So the beast in my profile photo, who on this blog shall be known henceforth as the P, tends to be an 8 pound ball of occasionally catschevious energy.
She engages in such catscheviousness that, although she's really my brother in law's cat, I'm basically inheriting her for the foreseeable future. Sister and brother in law have a second cat who is twice her size, and she tends to do better when she's kept separate from him.
What the P is not known for is being a lap cat.
Well, tonight, for whatever reason, she decided that she wanted to spend 20 minutes hunkering down in my lap, dozing and stretching all cat-like.
I don't understand. And I'm not arguing.

First Post

I have this horrible thought that, years down the line, the Lord of the Rings will loose some of its power.

You know how sometimes you watch those shows or movies from your past, or even listen to an album of music, and it's lost some of its potency over time? LotR meant so much to me throughout college that the thought of this happening to my favorite movies is really sad.

Fellowship came out in 2000. Today, on the brink of 2009, it's still holding strong.

So far, so good.

"One ring to rule them all..."