The little things.

I've been away from home for a long long time and although you will always know me as "Britanica" and "Mouth", i have done some growing up, and i am different, if just in the little things.
For starters I have begun my university education and i'm not just the weird 8-year-old who sits in her closet scribbling on looseleaf paper pretending to be writing an epic. No, i really do read and write now. I just finished my third semester and i took Womens Studies, Psychology, Introduction to Political Thought, Explorations in Social Work, and English. I won't go into detail for each class but i will give you my highlight and lowlight. (is lowlight a word? it is now) Well among my highlights were some pretty riveting womens studies classes which definately made me re-evaluate and appreciate the women in my family. Has anyone seen North Country? That movie changed me. I guess most of all i have decided that its a bad idea to become complacent with how things are right now and to journey on in life for more opportunities, never forgetting where we have come from. I am really bad at putting life changing things into a few sentences so maybe i will write you a womens studies blog some other time. Something else i really enjoyed was my Political Science class. There i got to pick the brains of a bunch of influential dead guys. Aristotle, Socrates, Aquinas, Locke, Mill, Nietzsche, Marx, and a few more. It was dense stuff but i see things a little differently now. The lowlight was my english proff's voice. MAN ALIVE was that monotonous woman the devil in disguise? She ruined my life a little more everyday with her condescending lisp and bagillion "ummmmm's" and "uuhhhh's". Seriously. (ignore all my grammatical errors, because then the devil woman wins and i lose)
Secondly I've developed this passion to hug all the starving babies and abused women of the world. Honestly though, i see alot of weird stuff in this world and i feel like i can fix it. The only way i can explain it is by paralleling my relationship with steph as a kid. Remember how no matter what we were doing i would always grab it from her and do it myself, be it fixing the vcr or zipping her jacket, even in grade one the family was on their way to stephs first T-ball game, but i did it for her instead. I love Steph, i really do, she's a tough cookie and she see's the world in different colors. She's not dumb and she is so much more than an "anorexic cow" in weird dalmation pants. I love her. So i guess that has changed too hey? But anyways, this want to hug people is my interpretation and living out of the Jesus thing. He was a cool guy and although i am crappy at it, i try to follow him.
Finally, i have a boyfriend. ................... you can take a second look at that last sentence of you have too. Yes folks its finally happened. So take your lesbian jokes somewhere else. I know you thought it would never happened, and truthfully, neither did i. But here he is. He's probably the worlds greatest too. He has travelled and hugged starving babies and he has the warmest heart and sweetest muscles. So hopefully you can all meet him someday and give him the gears.
I think thats the big stuff, other than that i love jeopardy and watch it religiously, i've lost weight, i play soccer still, i read read read, i run, i have a job at starbucks, my car is sucking, i am loving fleetwood mac right now and i'm convinced that i grew boobs because of the chemicals in the meat i ate when i was young. Some food is sooo bad for you.
How was that for a novel.
Love you.