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I went to a bad ass Dick Cheny protest last Friday... I rode on a hippy tour bus... owned by Vetrans who tour the country protesting Cheney and making poetry and music about our government. (I can now tell my children I was an activist for a day\month)
I quit my job... then promptly "raised" $316 dollars in one night, but no matter how much money I make... walking the streets for money is not something I want to keep doing (plus I don't know shit about politics or activism... and I hate forcing myself to be agressive though it is nice to know I can do it when I need to).
The following night I spent at the polls working to save a downtown park from a huge tollway. (My last day as an activist)
I was hoping my yoga "internship" would at least turn into a part time job, but alas... they want to spend a few more months "getting to know me." The funny thing is... they want someone to teach classes at their studio... and I can't see doing something like that my whole life. I mean maybe for a while... but as a career... uh uh... I mean basically you are leading a bunch of old ladies through stretches of their meridian lines and helping them feel alive again.
So... for the time being I will work for my mom... cleaning up HER messes.
I am now crossing my fingers that I will get into UNT. Send good luck vibes my way... I will need them for this endeavor. My application to UT was late (due to a singular missing grade from UNT), and I think it is a lost cause... although I may call and attempt to use my newly gathered skills of persuasion to get myself in for a few classes.
PS I started taking acne medication, which caused a short crises of faith... followed by a more firm determination to believe.
PPS I am discovering more quickly what I don't want to do than what I DO want to spend my time on. Could it be that I give up too easily and I am looking for a perfect fit that doesn't exist. If you feel this is the case then you can just say so... I already think it might be true.
I went to a bad ass Dick Cheny protest last Friday... I rode on a hippy tour bus... owned by Vetrans who tour the country protesting Cheney and making poetry and music about our government. (I can now tell my children I was an activist for a day\month)
I quit my job... then promptly "raised" $316 dollars in one night, but no matter how much money I make... walking the streets for money is not something I want to keep doing (plus I don't know shit about politics or activism... and I hate forcing myself to be agressive though it is nice to know I can do it when I need to).
The following night I spent at the polls working to save a downtown park from a huge tollway. (My last day as an activist)
I was hoping my yoga "internship" would at least turn into a part time job, but alas... they want to spend a few more months "getting to know me." The funny thing is... they want someone to teach classes at their studio... and I can't see doing something like that my whole life. I mean maybe for a while... but as a career... uh uh... I mean basically you are leading a bunch of old ladies through stretches of their meridian lines and helping them feel alive again.
So... for the time being I will work for my mom... cleaning up HER messes.
I am now crossing my fingers that I will get into UNT. Send good luck vibes my way... I will need them for this endeavor. My application to UT was late (due to a singular missing grade from UNT), and I think it is a lost cause... although I may call and attempt to use my newly gathered skills of persuasion to get myself in for a few classes.
PS I started taking acne medication, which caused a short crises of faith... followed by a more firm determination to believe.
PPS I am discovering more quickly what I don't want to do than what I DO want to spend my time on. Could it be that I give up too easily and I am looking for a perfect fit that doesn't exist. If you feel this is the case then you can just say so... I already think it might be true.