|
| When did I get so uptight? Was I always this way? Seriously people, I want answers. Apparently I need to lighten up. That's what everyone tells me. Lighten up. Of course, do they have suggestions? no. do they ask what's going on in my life? no. do they pretend to understand what i'm feeling although they are neither in the position i am in, dealing with the crazies from the same place as I am, or a woman trying to survive in a company run by insensitive oblivious men? that they do. and to top it off, they never act like a boss and then decide to try to be one despite the lengthy time spent not being one. Sometimes I feel like i'm just an angry woman and i always will be one. | | |
| Did you know that gay men can't give blood? at least, not at UH. one of the prerequisite questions is "do you sleep with men who sleep with men?" if you answer yes, you're out, well, that and you can't give blood! what kind of a world are we living in? AIDS is not a gay disease. besides, shouldn't they be screening the blood before they use it anyway. i think it would be an excellent turn of events if all the people with O blood type (the universal donor) would suddenly find themselves favoring the same sex, therefore preventing them all from donating blood and causing a need to assess the way we screen candidates. | | |
| i thought i was getting better at this blogging regularly thing, but i'm not. work's good, until monday, which was a holiday and i got off, although i usually never get holidays off, but i did this time because i begged practically, i had until then worked 3 straight weeks, or as my sister prefers, three gayly forward weeks. i'm tired. but emma's in town and that's fun. we've been doing things once a week or so. i'm trying to be a good supportive sister. it occurred to me that being so far from home in my post parental dependage years, i developed into a competent person and not so competent sibling. I don't know how to be there or what i should be there for. emma called me in tears the other day because some beeahtches had ditched her on the first weekend of school and i had this feeling of driving from the other side of the island to see her. what i would do then i never thought of. thankfully, dawn said i should just talk on the phone and do my things (i had things to do) and be supportive that way, seeing as how in emma's new found adulthood she was going to have to face some challenges alone, and it was as good a time as ever to let go of the back of the bike. anyway, she's doing just fine and those beeahtches are on my shitlist. | | |
| I have become obsessed with two things. one is work, go figure. i want my experiments to go well, and i get such a rush out of raising copepods, i mean, my own little guys, i raised them, me. my supervisor says i should go home, not work 7 days a week, even if two of the days i only come in briefly to check on things. he says i'll become bitter. i am the copepod queen, but i do have to rely on people every now and then. the other is aloha solitaire on gamehouse. i'm not very good, but its something to do at lunch or when i need a quick break from data entry and analysis. check it out if you want, but just know that is has nothing to do with hawaii other than the sand background and flowers. they even spell things out with bamboo... but its not like a game that is rampant all over the islands. | | |
| so my sister is officially a priest, a divorced queer priest, strange but true. she called me a week before the ordination to ask if i would hold the bishop's staff and that she was dating a woman who had gone to seminary with her. my first two thoughts were, in this order: "who calls and leaves a message that they're dating someone?" and "bishops are scary.." all in all, i ended up being the bishop's chaplain, and he was very nice and down to earth, but still scary, being this high up close to god kinda person and all, and my week was highlighted by my sister taking every open opportunity to make out with her new girlfriend and make everyone around uncomfortable. this was of course not because they were both women, or at least, not this issue for the majority of us, but because in general my family is not very good with public displays of affection. i think i may have been a teenager the first time i saw my parents kiss, and that was just a peck on the lips. this was full throttle face chewing, and everyone, from my clueless conservative grandfather to my political activist, equal rights for everyone little sister. oh well, i hope she's happy.
on my side, things are good. emma will be here in 9 days to get ready to start UH. i'm thinking about moving to kailua to be more central to work and tae kwon do. plus, i'd be closer to dawn, and that's a bonus. well, back to work, i suppose i must... | | |
|
