• As I'm sure most of you know, I am a total history geek, I love history, so I of course take history courses. On Monday and Wednesdays I take U.S. history in the mornings and everytime I get out and head home, I feel... political, rebellious might be the word. For example yesterday we talked about the beginnings of the woman's movement, the start of child labor laws, and so on and so forth. (So a time from about 1890-1910). In school we're taught that we were given suffrage in the 1920s and a lot of the women I have met assume that the work is done; our female ancestors were kind enough to make sure we had "equal" rights. Equal rights! What equal are you talking about? We're not treated as equals, either in society or in the word of law. Case in point: Women can serve in the military, that's great, it is a major improvement from women having to dress as men to serve their country, but if I decide to join the Marines I expect to be sent out into combat, not be kept on the sidelines. No one should be able to dictate to me what I do with my life, if I decide to fight for my country then damn it I should have that right! *grumbles* There's some fat, bald man in Washington deciding the course of my life *flips off fat, bald man*.

• In other news... *whistles* life is going well despite the poor state of the economy. School is seriously excellent. At first I hated my Drawing class but now I'm really beginning to like it. History is of course the best thing ever, I had my first History exam on Monday and I really hope that I get my results the next time I go to class. English is good but that is my busiest class, sometimes the work load feels a little heavy. And my Art History class is interesting but I'm finding that it is no different from the Art Appreciation class I took the semester before last. Kind of annoying.

• I'm currently reading The Stranger by Albert Camus (for English of course). It's the oddest book I have ever read... it's uber short and it's written very plainly, simply, and straight forward, kind of like a police report. For example: The movie was funny in parts, but otherwise it was just too stupid. She had her leg pressed against mine. I was fondling her breasts. Toward the end of the show I gave her a kiss but not a good one. She came back to my place." *groans* Weird book....

So, me and my mom are just about to get up and go to bed (brush teeth, etc.), and it's just after midnight, when suddenly there's a click and then nothing. No TV and no lights. The power went out (duh). Well of course this was the first time that this has happened in the new house and so we had no flashlights handy or anything like that. So me and my mom are sitting in the living room, my dad is in the shower and it is pitch black! Not only did my neighberhood go dark, my whole town fell off the grid! It is the darkest that I have ever seen it. There's no moon and the only light is a glow from Paso (town 8 miles south). We're all going "shit, it's dark, anybody have a flashlight?" and I, thinking fast, reach for my ipod (always by my side) and turn it on. Ya know, those little things pack a really powerfull light!

Eventually dad gets out of the shower and we all decide to drive around (around this time it's almost one in the morning). By this time we have noticed that the whole town is out and on our little drive (felt very odd going out of the house in my nightgown and robe) we realize that there are a lot of lights/sirens down the road and to the right. By this half of my neighberhood is out and standing around in groups wondering what the Hell is going on. From what we could see from the car it appears that either a tree fell down or a car hit something. The lights were off until just an hour ago. The biggest problem with the power going out was that it got really hot with no fans going like usual. Trying to go to sleep hot and sweaty was utter ick.

I like to plan things; when I was about ten I began to print out a newspaper solely written by your's truely and then pass it out between my mom, dad, and grandma; one Easter I planned an "Easter Smash" with prizes and an egg hunt. It really turned out to be a smash since that day my mom badly sprained her ankle, so badly that it still hurts... 

I have another big idea and I don't know what to do with it. It's overwhelming, so much so that I think about it quite often. It's turned from a dream, built up in my imagination, to something I want so badly that I think that it is probable that it could happen. I'm hesitant to tell you all, since, yes it involves all of you, and I hate the idea of being shot down.