This is what a feminist looks like....

I just have to say, I hate it that marriage seems to be the point of life for religions. It's not that I don't love marriage and think it's amazing and a really great thing in life-I just don't think that I was put on this earth for the sole purpose of being a wife. I do think I am here to have relationships with people, everyone around me, which may mean a husband, and children. But I don't think that's the one thing I should live for.

And on another religious note, I really don't appreciate being manipulated. And I don't appreciate telling someone I disagree with someone, and by the end of the conversation they go "Ok, so we all agree" when I flat out said, "I disagree" the entire time.

Dan and I were just talking about churches who claim "to have the truth" and spend more time telling other people how right they are without learning anything ever again. They think the point is to make sure everyone is believing like them, instead of constantly looking at the Bible and seeing new things God has for us to learn. Seeing as how we can't learn everything, and there's no way for us to be 100% correct, shouldn't we just trust that God has it figured out, do what we can, believe what we feel God has led us to, and let it go from there? Especially since, we can never PROVE anything.

*big sigh*

This weekend Dan and I went to town and got a truck. I'm so excited!! It's a nissan frontier with a canopy, a 4-door! And the dogs fit in it, and everything else fits in it! And I'm just soooooo excited!!! It's been so much fun! Especially since the subaru was starting quickly to go downhill.

That's been my most recent excitement. We already found a dirt road and went driving. It was awesome.

School is going. Going going going. I'm so tired of college. I just need it to be done. Even though I have really amazing teachers and good classes, I just can't handle it anymore though.

Alright, off to do homework.

It's funny how one thing can ruin your day. I lost my federal work study because I wasn't employed by the school first term. Only, I was, but I got credit for it first term so I didn't get paid. So it's frustrating, and it's not that a huge deal or anything, but it's just, grrr.

So I'm watching Elizabethtown. I'm hoping it'll make me feel better.

Now that I've calmed down I feel much better. Not that I think I was in the wrong, but you gotta let things go I suppose.

So now I'm finishing up my "strong women" paper. I don't like it so far. It's hard to make it sound not cheesy or like a 5 year old wrote it. Oh well, I just need to get 9 pages and then look over it. Whew

anger

I don't feel angry a lot. I get irritated, perturbed, but very rarely downright outraged (well, unless we're talking about something huge like, world poverty or something). But today, I was really flippin' mad.

It's always those iffy situations that are the worst, where it's not against the rules, but not necessarily the best idea, but you go with it anyways. It's not that it's wrong, morally or otherwise.

I took Sokehs in to moms work so we could show the people in the office. So we took her upstairs, then I took her outside so that she could go the bathroom and when I went to go back in I was told by an older white male (I specify because I feel that it actually makes a difference) that I couldn't take her inside. I said I'd just had her inside and he said, "Not with all that food in there." So I walked away. I wanted to turn around and scream, and ya know what, I kinda think I should've. He thought I was going to take her into the kitchen, where all the packers eat on their lunch. This is where I get angry. If he knew I was T's daughter, he wouldn't have said a word, or if I was a relative of someone in the office, he wouldn't have said anything. But being a packer, means he automatically is above them and is allowed to be a complete prick to them and their children. This is what I can't handle.

No one likes to be told what to do, and I am the first to admit that. But if you're going to tell me what to do, you better damn well treat me with some respect, because otherwise I'm not going to do what you say. And we didn't, mom carried the dog right back into her office. (As she should've considering all the people in the office bring their dogs to work from time to time)

Anyways, I just hate it that old white men think they have the right to tell me what to do. As if somehow they have my respect for being who they are. However, pretty much all of my experiences with older white men has led me to first assume they're a complete ass, (for instance being asked out by an older white male paraglider, when I was 16 and he was 40, or overhearing a group of older white men (much older) say that young girls definitely want older men for such and such reasons). Anyways, I just can't handle it much longer. And if someone demands my respect and obedience with absolutely no reason he is not going to get it. It's not that I automatically think the worst of people, it's that I only listen to the people who have earned a spot in my life (which should be the case, because no one should listen to just anyone).

Grr.

el trabajo=paper

Sokehs is finally asleep and I am working on my paper on strong women. Thank goodness she's asleep, I had to take her out to run around because today is the first day she hasn't left with Dan in the morning and when he left, she did not appreciate it. Now she's hanging halfway off the couch sleeping.

I have asked 2 people how they define strong women. And there are similar characteristics, and there is especially a root one (one that might influence other ones). But I'm still unsure of how to write my paper. I want it to be good, but I'm starting to feel like it's cheesy and childish. It is important to me, but I'm just not sure I'm finding what I want. I'm not even sure I know what I want in this paper.

Well, I better just go start writing anyways.