she is a lesbian, radical feminist, cat lover, bibliophile, non-smoker, unitarian universalist (though she doesn't go to fellowship on a regular basis) and in the process of becoming athletic again. she dreams of being jeanne d' arc and swooping in and saving those that need saved (though she'd rather not be burned at the stake). she is a loyal friend who will do anything she can for those she loves, but she can flakey sometimes when her depression flares up. she is a loner. a southerner self-transplanted to the pacific northwest in 1998 and now believes that it doesn't rain enough here. she's known for her honesty, she can't help it, its the only way to be. she is 4'8" tall, and round. she has natural blonde hair and she also has blue eyes. she is very intense. she hates small and large crowds, she prefers the one on one or the one on a few. she has no idea what she wants to do with her life, though she would like to see more of the world than what she has seen so far (a good part of the continental united states) and she very much wants to be a mother. finally, she has huge crushes on alix olson and carolyn gage (these are from a far).

its likely i'm not going to be writing as much in this space anymore. i kept a journal while i was in greece, it was a great comfort for me. but the cool thing was there was no expectations that i felt. and not that anyone in particular puts expectations on me to update this site, but i feel i need too.

the writing i did while i was there is some of the best writing i've done in ages. i don't know what it was, maybe it was the melanchology that drifted over much of my trip. yes, melanchology. homesickness, isolation. it wasn't an easy trip, adventures never are easy. yes, my trip to a country where i didn't speak the language or read the alphabet (i learned it sort of okay.. if it weren't for all the vowels!), a country that isn't western, a place so far away from my loved ones.. it was an adventure. i'm a better person for it.

but the writing. i didn't write much here. a few people got regular updates. that was nice. at least i hope *they* thought it was nice. it was nice for me.

so.. yeah, i might not be writing much here. i'll see. i like privacy. this isn't private. i don't like feeling like i've got to do everything to be a known blogger--- again a pressure i put on me. i feel like blogging can be a popularity contest, i don't play those well.

so, i'm rambling. its late. i took a nap and now i think i'm crashing again. i think my point is made.