<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:40.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractal Fragments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-4844721750644121696</id><published>2008-12-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:38:27.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i finished up the semester and did alright, 4 A's, 2 B's, and an invitation to a research class :)  Outside of classes things are pretty alright, going to go hang out with Dane tomorrow, and Ill hopefully see Alyssa sometime soon as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I took Loki to se Santa at petsmart and we got our picture taken with him, I would also like to take him to Sedona this winter to see snow for the first time, plus since Todd got me a digital camera for the holidays, it would be a great first photography opportunity. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its weird to think that Todds changed so much since we started dating but he really has. Its pretty intense how much hes grown and how much he keeps growing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Todd and I were talking about grad school the other day. I had said something about how excited I was about having my own duplex to paint and rent out and live in either bymyself, with friends, and maybe even with dad a few months of the year. He had asked something like which schools I had crossed off the list already, and then he asked about the school in southern illinois. I think that Todd really believes that James and I would just happen. I dont. I believe that I need to go to the grad school thats best for me, and if that puts me in Illinois, then so be it. With James I tried to fly out there once and he called the night before saying he wont be there. That sucked and was a high waste of money. Theres definatly that dreamer part of me that dreams of that kind of love, thats had to wait for so long, and then finally we'd be together... but I dont know if thats practical with James. He had brought up a point about thinking we know eachother but oneday we'll realize we really dont, and what then. . .  I know we could definatly stand to know eachother better, but on the other hand I know the parts that I value and respect in him, and I dont think those are the types of things that change. Granted, in the past I could have done more to show him i was serious, but he never flew here either, so its not all me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; A whiiiiille ago Id took the proverb "If you love it let it go. If it returns to you cherish it, if not it was never truly yours."  I took the proverb to heart.. and James popped back up and wed be talking a few hours at a time again. For a good while I assumed there was an unsaid agreement that we knew eachothers feelings for one another but given the circumstances it was just best not to go there, ..  anyways, something about the conversation made me push myself to work towards that proverb even harder. He knows where I stand with him and my feelings, and so does Todd, and so do I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just wish Todd believed the same thing. lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO long story short, grad school is a big decision that Im making on my own. and Its crazy and exciting. Im even thinking of puttin off my photo major to complete the science part in better time, but im undecided on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-4844721750644121696?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/4844721750644121696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=4844721750644121696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/4844721750644121696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/4844721750644121696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-7239775506123753057</id><published>2008-12-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:51:22.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had gone to be early because I was haviung a hard time staying focused with all the sniffling and sneezing. But with that, I kept having the strangest dreams. There was some common themes and trends that happened that are pretty crazy. They all seemed to come back to one person, and I'm not sure what to think about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other than that, Todd and I found a homeless dog. We've named him Ford (after Whitey Ford sings the blues) and we've been trying to find a good home for him. Hes adorable tho, all white with three brown spots. He's a cutie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-7239775506123753057?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/7239775506123753057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=7239775506123753057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/7239775506123753057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/7239775506123753057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-dreams.html' title='strange dreams'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-1523784049091528589</id><published>2008-12-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:22:34.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the technology hates me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where theres alot to get done, but luckily its not so bad cause you can multitask from your computer and get everything in? Thats what i thought when i went to bed last night. Waking up this morning though was  a whole other story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up late, my alarm was set to go off at 6am but either didnt or i slept through it, which.. if id slept through it the alarm usually keeps ringing and it was not. so its 7am and im supposed to be in my car by 7 am. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of my public speaking parners wanted to add something to a speech outline that we wanted to turn in thismorning at 1030am sharp. So she sends me a text message around midnight, and im asleep so i dont get it until now. I email her the outline and text her that it was sent. Around 1015 she asks if i can run and print it out since shes runing late, so i do, and of course the printer wasnt working so we had to change to another printer, and this made me one minute late for class, whice the prof counts you absent for; awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once all of that was over with we watned to work on our powerpoint presentation. So while they worked onthat I wanted to get a head start on making my bio graphs. I started up a computer but it wouldnt boot up, 25 min later it finally logged me in but said that there was some kind of scripting error and access was denied and it would not load my personal settings. I moved to another computer and everything was fine. There was a lab protocol I needed to finish, and a vocab test to make flash cards for, and then these freakin graphs. So I get on a computer in the independant study hall and start making graphs happen. I downloaded gnumeric since its the only program i know how to make graphs in and do all the manitpulations. and As im doing all that the computer crashes. Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I leave the Independant study hall and id missed a call from todd so i called him back as i walked over to the math and science center. We were catching up when the call gets dropped. At this point im a little edgy cause that never happens, none of this ever happens. lol. So i call him back and get a message saying hes out of the network. fuuuuuck. so i turn off my phone cause im just so done with it. I get to the math and science center and get that same error where it wony load my settings - which wouldnt be a big deal except the data for the graphs are online in an excell sheet that i need to open, and it will not allow me to do so. SO i talk to the tech there and we restart, and try again. same thing. so we move to a different machine and try again, same thing. then he sends me to the open computer lab.. also accross campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the open lab, i get the same shit. i talk to the tech there and he wants me to restart. I tell him i just did and he wants me to do so anyways. so i do and the same shit happens. he goes "oh no your on the network, you just dont have any icons in your toolbar or start menu just go in through programs" and im lookin at him like no fucking shit! i can do that. i can use a computer but i cant get the info off the net like i need to. by now its 40 mins till class..so i just make flash cards and finish the protocol and was done with it. What a waste of my freakin time. Freakin technology... jeez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-1523784049091528589?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/1523784049091528589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=1523784049091528589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/1523784049091528589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/1523784049091528589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday.html' title='Oh the technology hates me!'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-8938628182327135227</id><published>2008-12-01T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:59:50.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-8938628182327135227?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/8938628182327135227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=8938628182327135227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/8938628182327135227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/8938628182327135227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturated.html' title='Saturated.'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-7325405969787145580</id><published>2008-11-29T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:17:06.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ive done three good deeds this week; I volunteered at the womens shelter from domestic violence, called maricopa county to find a homeless dog his home, and returned found keys at my school to the security office. Outside of that, i bombed my chem exam, which means that I have got to do well on the next exam which is in a week) and the final exam if i want to get an A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I also confirmed that I should be leaving community college this time next year.. and no italy trip :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Thanksgiving went pretty awesome, I made some good food. My mom was really sick though, she had become dehydrated and had to be taken to the hospital so I was taking care of her most of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Not too much going on outside of that, chems tough but I have to get through it.. wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-7325405969787145580?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/7325405969787145580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=7325405969787145580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/7325405969787145580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/7325405969787145580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-9025654585578701121</id><published>2008-11-23T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:12:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul mates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With the excitement of my school going from certain to completely uncertain, of course nothing else stays constant either. It seems like everytime Im figuring things out, something throws a wrench in the mix!  Theres exciting parts to that as well as some scarey. And one more thing to worry about is that Ill need to buy a car. ugh. oohh the cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, Im going about my weeks.. you know, dreaming of art and travel, fantasizing about being back in the darkroom and getting a dig camera as well, and its good. And of course Im fantasizing about sweet cars that go fast. lol. To the rest of the world, Ive been studying chem and bio and getting ready for all kinds of exams. I had actualy written an annonymous note to my bio prof letting him know that a quarter of the class was cheating and studying previous semester exams, and then the exam we had a week later murdered people. But wait, theres more. I havent seen James online in a good while, atleast a month or two, but I had sent him an email thanking him for alot of things. He was on the other day and Id finally gotten a chance to chitchat with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It must have been a while cause I hadnt told him about changing my major, the research class, my dad, and other stuff thats going on. SO, I was updating him on stuff. I got to the part where I mention how the only schools that offer the degree program i want are east of misouri. and he says something like "oh really?" so i link him to Dr. Bennett's page where he lists all the schools in the us that offer ethnobotany. A minute later James goes "SIU!!!" and then we went from there to him saying how Im his soul mate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Soulmate. So outside of the normal tingly feeling i have when we talk and that constant attenetion at the edge of my seat feeling, Im having a whoa moment. Soulmates is a big thing, its the kind of big thing that makes me wonder if I even understand, and if its not simply overused by so many people. Ive heard alot of people talk about soul mates, and all those same people get divorced a few times. So, really.. whats a soul mate? If Alyssa were here at the moment, I bet shed be pointing out that more importantly why is HE saying it; how am I his sould mate considering everything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess I dont have any answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-9025654585578701121?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/9025654585578701121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=9025654585578701121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/9025654585578701121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/9025654585578701121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-mates.html' title='Soul mates?'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-93639672828208783</id><published>2008-11-16T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:02:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which way to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was talking to one of my friends fron highschool, Ryan, whos inthe army and is dong his second "tour" in Iraq, and we were talking about relationships and all that stuff. And hes worried about a lady hes got alot of feelings for cheatiing on him while hes away, hes not sure if shes sneakin around behind his back and questions her honesty. Hes been hurt before and it shows, but who hasnt? Its so hard to love like youve never been hurt when sometimes things just keep coming down. Its hard not to get completely consumed by the bad shit that keeps happening, and things only seem bleaker and bleaker with few people trying to make the best and remain optimistic. Anyways, hed said something to the affect of theres a choice to be made between an old rotted wooden bridge that you know cant hold your weight but you can see 5 miles across, and a cement bridge that you can only see 5 feet across, which do you choose? He'd followed up that with something his brother told him, the heart wants what the heart wants, ya know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With that, it brings me back home to what I want. Through dating and meeting people its pretty quick to see exactly what you dont want and what you do want, within the past year I feel like I've narrowed that down and understand it better than ever before. But where am I now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are some things that still bother me about the relationship I'm currently in, mainly that we're on two very different pages. I don't want to think about marriage until AFTER my degree- which has been the plan since i was a kid- but I at least want to be finding that man, and being in love and having that support system. Bunny is looking at short term, he just wants someone to hang out with and talk to about his thoughts and ideas, hes not interested in commitment or compromise, and isn't at a point in his life where hes ready to put a team before himself; there's nothing wrong with where either of us are, we're just at different places. That's all. But it certainly keeps me thinking... and asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;Questions like, is he interested in hearing about/doing things that I'm interested in too? I am still unsure about this one since its only recently hes been putting effort into listening to what i have to say and showing some real intrest. "A man who wants to be around you for the long-term will be a good listener when you need him. He will be a dependable source of guidance and support and will not turn a deaf ear simply because the problem is too big. If he doesn't know the solution, he will try his best to find one." Based on that quote, and this really sucks/hurts to say, hes simply not interested in being around long term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silly- but somehow relevant- questions like what are the parts of me he finds most beautiful? In the past it's been too easy to answer that question because I had been reminded time and time again what part is most beautiful, but I cant seem to think of one for Bunny, and I wonder why that's missing. Would he eat/drink the last sip of something that he knows Ill want later? I don't think he would, hes surprisingly considerate of those last little things. And how often does he wear a seat belt? Does he care about his well being enough to spare a minute that will last a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;I can understand on one hand his need and lust for happiness now, hes happy now so why change anything? Its that all so american instant gratification- but I want something real, I want long term happiness. I'm working on alot of different parts of my life to try and take more steps on the road to long term happiness, and in alot of ways Ive come so so far, why should happiness of my heart be any different? &lt;br /&gt;It is tricky though; so many people try so hard to put aside their normal habits and be on their best behavior to catch someone its that whole 'honeymoon period' thing. In the time that I have known him, he has come a long way in terms of listening to me, he definatly listens to what Im saying when we talk on the phone much more than he used to. He likes people to leave him alone and to be honest and really treat people as they would want to be treated. We dont talk much about politics, but hes for gay marriage too, and hes not racist which is awesome. It seems that his friends think pretty good of him, the only part that i dont understand is hes seemingly either  letting people take cheap shots at him OR hes acting like a badass and being a jerk to make himself seem big, its hard to tell which one youre going to get when you go out, and I dont really understand why having two yous is necessary (which is funny cause i was the same way when i was younger, one side was a badass who could do anything anytime and the other was an artsy dreamer who liked to have fun). But his friends I think all think hes a good honest man who will get things done when it really counts, which is good.  I dont really care for the way he treats his family, and try to write it off as normal stuff; but I can't help but remain convinced that if he treats his loved ones like that, and he loves me, what makes me different? By no means is my family life ideal but Im working to make things good and peacefull atleast, shit, were stuck living together for a while might as well work together, but idk if he thinks that way, and it is alot of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like that he doesnt talk badly about past relationships, and hes been really honest about everything. I wish that hed take more responsibility for mistakes instead of blaming them on everyone else imaginable, and recently, I think hes been improving a little bit there too. I totally love all the things he comes up with for the future even if hes joking about the majority of them, I like that he daydreams about the options and possibilities, I think thats beautiful.  He treats other people really well when we are out which is awesome, and I love that he is not awkward when meeting people at random, hes always got something funny to say that people can relate too. Ive asked myself how he treats other women in his life, and alot of them he treats relativly poorly or speaks poorly about, only few has he said good things about that I remember. "To trust a man is to believe that he is doing his best and that he wants the best for his partner" and with that, I think he treats me pretty good, sometimes I have wished he were more considerate of my wants and needs, but it isnt anything that I can really give clear examples of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've  found myself wondering if we do share the same outlooks on life. We have talked about how much I love helping other people and how he is more concerned with getting what he wants for himself. With other things when we have differences in opinion hes not very dickish at all, he still askes how things went even though he may have not been supportive in the begining. I think a big thing that bothers me is that I know I can talk to him about anything but I wish that he would give feedback too and his opinions, alot of the time he gives a palms up or just chagnes the subject.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There have been times where I admit now to trying to rationalize away my concerns, and some friends and family that have met him have mentioned the same concerns as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hes honest, and tries to be a man of his word when it comes to his friends, he's pretty honest but there has definatly been times where hell say something that Ive said in a lie to my folks so i gotta call bullshit. lol. When conflicts arise I wish that hed  try to handle them more, instead he pretty much tries to walk away from it so that it goes away, instead of always seeking a solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With each of his dreams and narley adventure ideas I always try to be supportive and fun while still posing real concerns, I wish that he would do the same for me. That alone confirms the different places we are each in, in that I love trying to support andhelp all of his ideas and dreams, and hes straining to be interested in things that I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do not want to settle for instant gratification at the cost of long term well being and happiness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-93639672828208783?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/93639672828208783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=93639672828208783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/93639672828208783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/93639672828208783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-way-to-go.html' title='Which way to go?'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896531723433233360.post-1049037312595101139</id><published>2008-11-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:45:15.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since the vipassana meditation camp where I talked to the Bastyr Univ. graduate, I've been thinking about what it is exactly that I want to be doing. I know that I still want to be doing art, and I know that having my own private practice is an okay back up but not something i necessarily want. I am however very interested in the research opportunities and possible travel for 2-3 months out of the year. Well, there are only so many people to ask opinions of since no one I know has really dealt with this stuff in length to give useful advice... So, I asked one of my professors, who is amazing. He had a lot of great advice and asked a lot of great questions. He quickly saw that I'm interested in the natural side of med and how the plants have been used in the past and how they could be used in the future, he thought that ethnobotany sounded like something I should check into, and also recommended a plants and society class that's offered at the community college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was really excited when I left and since then have done a good amount of research in my spare time to see where those classes are offer, what careers are available, and different people whom I can study under while obtaining my degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything sounds awesome, and there's a lot of perks. For instance, there is a lot less pressure than with med school where they wanted you in and out within 4 years of when you applied, with this if something comes up i can slow down a bit, but still be on my way without any major consequences. I also like the ides that i can study in a number of places, however, Hawaii is the only state Ive found thus far that offers a bachelors in ethnoboany - as well as a masters and PhD programs as well. And as nice and amazing as that sounds, I'm pretty sure there is no way i can ever afford to live on Hawaii; as breathtakingly beautiful as it is.. its really expensive to life there and I'm still not sure how I feel about being a long plane ride away from everything, there is no getting in your car and driving away.. but on the plus side from what i have read from the schools website is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Housing is generally quite expensive and most students find themselves in abodes that are of lesser quality than their standards elsewhere. However, there is so much to do outside and the weather is almost always pleasant, so many students find that housing quality is a minor problem. Heating and cooling are not usually needed so electricity bills are usually very low. Hawai'i is not truly tropical so the temperatures are not truly hot. Likewise, it is not truly temperate so the temperatures are not truly cold. Food can be very expensive or cheap depending upon what is eaten. Many students grow gardens because vegetables and fruits can be very expensive. Diets that consist of Asian foods tend to be relatively cheap. Diets consisting of of typical Pacific Island or American foods can be quite expensive. Transportation on O'ahu is moderately good. Buses travel to all of the major locations however connections can be slow and it can take hours to get between two places that are not very far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles are highly recommended. Some students elect to use cars or scooters.&lt;br /&gt;Parking on campus is very expensive and should be considered when deciding to&lt;br /&gt;use a car&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  So its kind of like.. the good news is that I wont need to buy a car! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pitched the ethnobotany change to my folks and they were each supportive in their own ways; mom as usual being very skeptical of any changes and questioning my drive and motives, and dad who was excited and proud that I'm figuring out what makes me happy and what i want to do at so young instead of wasting so much precious time (as he says he did). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, that's whats going on with school stuff right now. As for my personal life, Bunny and I had our one year anniversery last week, and we went out and had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896531723433233360-1049037312595101139?l=fractalfragments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/feeds/1049037312595101139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896531723433233360&amp;postID=1049037312595101139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/1049037312595101139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896531723433233360/posts/default/1049037312595101139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fractalfragments.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions...'/><author><name>Enchanted Poison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161043747064693300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRpmylMIOqk/SSB1poP_ddI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dGWcgXVqEoY/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
