I love to travel. I have traveled The United States, Canada, and throughout European countries. Depending on the situation of the travel (how long will it take me to get there, who am I going with, and how am I traveling), I become homesick. I am hyperglycemic (I have low blood sugar) and need to eat small meals every three hours while I am awake. When I don't eat by that plan I become worn out easily. I am not very social. I say things that don't make sense and I look/sound like an invalid person.

Also, if I am around someone who I am enamored by or someone who I like, I will stutter in my thoughts and words no matter how well I follow my eating plan. Sometimes I keep my cool, but I am still working on my keeping my confidence high no matter the situation. I really don't know what I get nervous about. All I have to do is act like myself. It's a type of anxiety that happens when responding to a social situation I'm not 100% about. So if you have traveled long distances with me and noticed that I am not involved much in the conversation it's because of my low sugar level and/or the company I am in. It could also mean that I'm not interested in the topic at hand.

After the past weekend, I have come to realize certain patterns that I take while traveling. I am sure once I begin my traveling again, I will revert back to the not-so-homesick traveler that I used to be. This summer plan is full of places where I want to travel to, so maybe I'll make the traveler in me return soon!

  This morning I typed up a four page paper of this past weekend's events as I saw them. Even though that version isn't the full version, I wouldn't post the whole thing here. It is too long for one of my web blogs. I like to keep it short and sweet.

So to the point: This weekend I rode along with some friends to LA to visit a friend for her birthday. I am very much enamored with her. Every time I see her it becomes more difficult to keep my cool without looking dumb. It seems like being 2 hour away from my home, not eating every three hours, and sharing few interests with her makes for a stumbling and babbling Trish. I make a fool of myself intelligently in front of her and my other friends.

  We celebrated her birthday at a pub of her choice, where I met many people. Someone came up to the birthday girl and loved her knee high socks with dark red Doc Martins. Then I was introduced to this newcomer. We hit it off right away. She invited me over to her house. The next morning we drove around Pasedena jumping from one thrift shop to the next. After our purchase was complete, the new comer girl dropped me off where I was staying.

  When it was time for all of us to leave, I gave the birthday girl a hug. Normally its a short hug, but this one was a whole lot longer. It was a complete hug from head to toe. Something was different. I tihnk she wanted me to stay. I didn't hang out as long as I could have, but I had to go on the adventure that was before me.

I don't know when the next time I will be able to drive up north with gas costing four dollars a gallon. One thing is for sure. I'm going to ask her if she felt what I felt when we last hugged. I think the sexual tension between us has finally reached our limit.

Like San Diego Pride, the Comic-Con Convention was so much fun. I went down to San Diego with Ben and Jasmine, a.k.a the Mad Hatter and Alice. Met Connie a few hours later annd then even better, Connie and I met up with a good friend from Washington, Allison. We all had so much fun, taking pictures, seeing badass costumes, laughter, stealing, taking, walking, blisters from boots, cutting lines not worth waiting in, and hanging out with the suicide girls for a bit....:sigh: so many wonderous sights to see. I'm def going next year and I invite anyone to join me and whoever else I go with. It was sooo much fun!

This year's San Diego Pride was such an amazing experience that I have to put it in a blog. It all began a day before last pride when I stumbled upon an add saying that the company needed photographers. I replied to the ad and received a response the next day. That Friday night I worked at Stingaree for a few hours. Then I met and talked to people at the club. The rest of the weekend I was mixing work with play as I joined Montage on their float and captured the festival. It was so much fun that I had to be a photographer for HIM again.

This year before Pride Weekend, Friday, we had a meeting to organize what venues we were going to hit. After that I was off to Baja Betty's, The Flame, and then Numbers. I had never been to any of these clubs, so it was nice to see it from a spectator's point of view.

Saturday was the Parade. Even though I was running behind on time because of the traffic, I was still able to join Montage on their float. Minutes before the float began the parade route, the other photographer, Russell, and I were asked to jump aboard the HIM truck…and let me tell you, the view could not have been better. While balancing and taking pictures, the crowd was roaring with excitement, which made me more excited.

Then I was off to the festival. I saw old friends, new friends, family: Michael, Jen, Brandon, Justin, Clayton, Ryan, Will, Sammy, Ricky, Mikey, Ben, Ric, Ryan, Kristina, Joseph, April, Sam, Kristina, Angie, Aly, Lauren, Jen, Julie, Lex, Allison, Trilby, Sarah, Niki, Kim, Chelsea, and for anyone who I can't remember your name…you too. Thank you all for being there. It was an amazing time.

  I finally came out to my mom. She said what I expected her to say. She is dissapointed in me and she says she will never accept me, but the one thing I asked her that was important to me was if she will continue to love me. Once she said that she will always love me, I ended the 2 hour conversation. Then I went to bed. I have never ever slept so well. I am free! I am floating on air. I am sad to see her deal with the pain, but it was painful for me to hold everything inside for so long. I have to do what is best for me. It is up to her to deal with her problem with it. Now I can fill in the void with more positivity and happiness.

THANKS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE THERE FOR ME!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Summary:

  It was late Wednesday evening, two hours from midnight, when Seth and I embarked on our journey to Yosemite. We drove for 2 hours to stay at a friend's house in the City of Angels (thanks matt!).

  The next day Seth and I were accompanied by Joel whom we were driving up to yosemitee because he was returning to his job there. We drove as far as Modesto to meet up with friends who are in performing with the amazingly talented Anoushka Shankar on their "Rise" album tour. They performed that night at the state theatre of Modesto. The music transcended any live performance I had ever seen. Then we stayed the night at the Doubletree hotel.

  Friday morning we set off to Yosemitee. Four hours later we arrive in the valley of giant monoliths. Our friend/guide Joel showed us the hotel, where visitors and employees sleep, all the shops and cool hang outs. Later that night we met the locals and returned to Joel's room at the Lily cabin.

  Saturday morning the three of us embarked on a hike along the Mist Trail. We conquered jagged hillside and wet granite terrain. The reward at the end was the beautiful sight of one of the large waterfalls at Yosemitee together. After we made it back down to the village, we satisfied our hungry tummies with fresh grilled Reuben sandwiches. After an awesome jam session, Seth and I said our goodbyes to Joel and returned to the road back to the City of Angels. We got there a little after 1 in the morning. I fell on the floor completely exhausted and fell fast asleep.

  Sunday Afternoon we finished the rest of our drive back to San Diego in two hours AND NOW I'M HOME SWEET HOME! I can't wait to fall asleep in my soft and comfy bed. I can't wait to show you all the pictures!

Open your eyes
To the millions of lies
That they tell you everyday
Open your mind
To the clever disguise
That the advertisements say

How do they know
What's good for you?

Wake up, wake up, whoa
Wake up, wake up, whoa
A shot to the head
They're better off dead
Will you wake up, wake up, whoa

Destroy all the land
And kill what you can
Just to make the profits rise
Sell you from birth
For all that you're worth
The money spreads like lies

And how do they know
What's good for you?

Wake up, wake up, whoa
Wake up, wake up, whoa
A shot to the head
They're better off dead
Will you wake up, wake up, whoa

Don't wanna hate you
Don't wanna blame it all on you
I'm out of options
If you don't look
I'll force you to
If you don't look
I'll force you to
If you don't look..
I'll force you to

Wake up, wake up, whoa
Wake up, wake up, whoa
A shot to the head
Just so you can be fed
Will you wake up, wake up, whoa

Open your eyes...
Open your eye

- Goldfinger

Your Score: Pure Nerd

73 % Nerd, 13% Geek, 21% Dork

I have always thought I was evenly both extrovert and introvert. According to a certain quiz I am more introvert. All of my friends know that I am definitly an introvert, but those who know me more know I have random bouts of extrovert behavior like during concerts, playing sports, performances, etc.

(Introvert, Intuitive, Thinker, Perceiver)         

People of this type tend to be: quiet, independent, and private; logical and unemotional; creative, ingenious, and innovative, global thinkers; curious and driven to increase their competence; casual, and adaptive; nonconforming and unpredictable.

The most important thing to INTPs is their privacy and the opportunity to solve complex problems in unique ways.

Here are just a few popular and often satisfying careers for people whose Personality Type is INTP.