"His Indian name would be Boy Who Has His Shit Together."
So I spent all day today in Olympia lobbying with the Young Democrats of Washington (YDWA), which I am a part of. I got up at five, personal hygiened, straightened my hair, did my make up and put on my power suit to be ready to leave at seven with the rest of the Dems that were going. It's an amazing feeling to be in your power suit, holding a packet of information on house and senate bills, walking around the capitol building (and campus) at twenty years old. I know that sounds incredibly pretentious, but it's an amazing feeling, to be taken that seriously and to be there and know your shit.
The meeting with Senator Franklin didn't go as planned, but it all got better when Shannon and I got to join the other chapter presidents to be recognized by the democratic caucus as the leaders of tomorrow. Again, incredibly pretentious, but that's how that part of my day worked. We totally rocked that bitch. It was so sublime to have legislative representatives thanking me for my work. Seriously people?
Then we got to go visit Andrew and grab some lunch, and then it was off to a meeting with Rep. Kirby. He's amazing, and a badger, and my hero. I completely respect him, and he was incredibly (but genuinely) supoprtive and attentive to what we had to say. He also spent an extra twenty minutes just talking to us about how politics worked and what you had to do to get a point across.
I met Ian, again. That guy never stops working, and I have his business card, so I have to email him soon so that we can egt a clear line of communication set up for next year. Maybe, just maybe, I might see if he can get me dragged into any lobbying stuff this summer. He loves talking people into things, and I'm totally willing to be talked into that.
Birthday party for Mischa, who I don't know. Crab and clams with the Democrats of Washington where we got to hear the Governor speak (for the second time today) and then got to hear the Governor of Montana speak. He's insane, and amazing, and has an excellent dog.
Now I'm all done and back in sweats. I should be doing my philosophy homework, or my Lit. homework, but my brain is fried. I just defended my viewpoints to a great deal of people for twelve hours, and I am done. I can no longer be enthralled by anything. Until tomorrow. When I have to. Or I fail. 'Cause I'm a bad student. (maybe I'll skip. no. that's bad this early in the semester. but tempting. maybe. as a last resort. if i'm still totally fried by tomorrow.)