Wednesday, May 5, 2010


So, I'm going back to school again in the fall. No- I haven't actually finished my thesis from my last Master's degree. But I'm going to start another MA program in September. It will be here, in my hometown, and hopefully this degree will be more conducive to my PhD plans.

My classes for my last degree were awesome- COIN theory, history of genocide, the International History of the Cold War... Complete awesomeness. And I love being a historian, I really do- but I love being a historian that focuses on conflict.

Here in hippieville, my choices for fall classes include the History of American Environmentalism, and Canadian Culture and Identity.

Wow. That leaves me a bit speechless. Where's the strife? Where's the angst? Where's the violence and irrational actors? I don't know if I can sit through an entire quarter of "Canadian Culture and Identity." On the bright side- it will probably give me less nightmares than the history of genocide class did...

Sir Shedsalot is happily occupying my lap right now, happy that my dates both tonight and last night didn't materialize. Quite frankly, right this second it's hard to say that either last night's boy or tonight's boy could have made me much happier than this kitty does when he sits on my lap.

Perhaps soon, I will 'introduce' a boy or two to the blog. Well, preferably the one that I like the most... I'm really not sure how/when it's appropriate to have the "so, where is this going" talk- because until we have that talk, I am not willing to get rid of the back up plans. However, maintaining the back up plans is getting exhausting!

And why, oh why, do people keep trying to set me up with random people they know that happen to be single? I'm not going out with my boss's boyfriend's friend who is 11 years older than me and nicknamed "Squeak." Not. Going. To. Happen.


Cookie said...

A kitty will never break your heart, ruin your credit or run of with your best friend. ;^)

Canadians have an identity? :?


Holly S. said...

Yeah, what Cookie said!

I have a friend who is 4'11" tall. When she was single, people would try to set her up with random "vertically challenged" guys just because she was shorter than them.