Uganda and Darfur aren't synonyms

I feel free and inspired.

The combination is exhilarating.

I usually try to be fiscally conservative; I'm glad I splurged on this trip.

I recently attended the How it Ends Lobby Days in DC; I can't even describe how life changing they were -- they were the most substantial days of my existence, thus far. There, I was able to absorb the wisdom of heartening speakers who impassioned me.

I will proceed by raving about how invigorated I am by Tom Shadyac. He is a director and producer of movies including Ace Ventura and Evan Almighty. Also adorning his resume is his activism for organizations such as Invisible Children. By far he is the most down to earth and free spirited man I've ever met. He moved from his mansion in LA to a trailer and has never been happier. I'm completely envious. At lunch Tuesday, we ran into him in the cafeteria so I took the initiative of interrupting his lunch to introduce ourselves and tell him how much I appreciated his speech. He got up from the table, gave me a hug, and proceeded to tell us how much he appreciated what we were doing, how we were going to to change the world, and that he loved us. All of this was said in stark sincerity. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75U6hcAknv8&feature=related

He wasn't the only awing speaker there, just one of the most notable ones. Everyone there seemed to give off this passionate vibe that demanded attention and, in turn, evoked matching passion. 

I'm calling Ball State tomorrow to change my schedule. I'm not settling for a career that I'm not passionate about just because I feel the compulsion to be decisive. This epiphany came at a really opportune time. Being at the rallies, lobbying, and talking to Alie about the future ultimately helped me reach this decision. It's really important for me to let what I do now dictate my future rather than let what I think my future may possibly be dictate what I do now. 

Everyone in DC possessed such passion about what they were apart of, as did I. I'm utilizing this.

  

The DC trip is a week from tomorrow; I still don't have a definite answer. Apparently, the thought of my mom consenting makes her physically ill. She also doesn't think I'm responsible enough which blows my mind. I have two jobs, do my own laundry, and provide my own meals more often than not, which I think makes me pretty responsible. I honestly don't remember the last time my mom made a meal for me. 

Off subject: I wish my mom cooked for me more, and I wish that every once in a while my whole family, which is only 3 people, could cohere for one evening and enjoy a dinner together. I'm jealous of families with close bonds because I'm so distant from my dad. We are polar opposites. I wish I looked up to him. Rather, I could look up to him. 

Back to DC: It's disheartening that even though I'm forced to assume responsibility, I'm not entrusted with it. If she isn't comfortable with me going now, when will I be allowed to? I almost don't want to go anymore because I don't want this DC trip to double as a guilt trip. I shouldn't feel bad for wanting to lobby for Invisible Children, in my opinion at least. Maybe we need a third party to help negotiate. 

In other news, I don't think I picked the right major. aaah. I'm tempted to call and ask to change my schedule, but I don't know what I should change it to and would probably have to call back by the end of the summer and change it again next time I decide I'm on the wrong course. I took a career test today via some random website, it was actually more of a personality test than a career test, but the careers were based on 4 personality traits, and here are my career options:

program designer
attorney
administrator
office manager
chemical engineer
sales manager
logistics consultant
franchise owner
new business developer
personnel manager
investment banker
labor relations
management trainer
credit investigator
mortgage broker
corporate team trainer
environmental engineer
biomedical engineer
business consultant
educational consultant
personal financial planner
network integration...specialist
media planner/buyer

I think I should take a different test.

[In]decision

At some point in the last month I realized that I had no idea what I wanted to do when I was older. I had a medley of 'declared majors' over the past year before finally deciding I wanted to major in meteorology. I mean, I loved the movie Twister and watching The Weather Channel, and storms are my fav. So that was my logic behind that. 

As I was reading the prologue to Chapter 9 in finite, the text proclaimed that understanding Markov chains was imperative for predicting weather and an array of other fields. As it turns out, I wasn't able to complete that homework assignment. I was devastated... until I realized that I've never really liked math or science. I was instantly repulsed by the idea of taking 3 years of Calculus. 

Thus, I decided to be undecided.

But now I've decided that the thought of being undecided terrifies me. 

With orientation being this week, I took the initiative of browsing through all 180 majors at Ball State and narrowing down my options. Taking the lead are International Business, Human Resource Management, and Pre-Law. I realize that this probably isn't the best approach in deciding a career, or the most practical, but I have this strong, underlying compulsion to figure out exactly where my life is going. I know I haven't made a definitive career decision, but I feel comfortable with these choices. These fields are all pretty similar and I think I probably belong in one of them.

But I still want to chase tornadoes and stand in front of a green screen tracking cold fronts so God damn bad!

Old habits die hard

Summer, I hope you aren't just leading me on. 

The following list describes why my summer has been sublime.

3. Catch Phrase.

2.  Warm, breezy weather conditions at dusk, hammocks, and F. Scott Fitzgerald books.

1. Intense games of volleyball.

- Also included in this entry: an unscheduled gathering of random friends which led to "the most fun I've had all summer."

- Also included in this entry: Katie's roid rage (which could also be placed under Catch Phrase).

I had a really nice open house. It may sound strange, but reading all of my graduation cards shed a new light on my perspective towards college, family, and priorities. I cry every time I open the card my grandparents gave me; I'm starting to feel guilty about leaving in August. Oh, shit.