Life goes on after a huge event that you dedicate weeks and months and years of your life to. No matter how stressed you become or how far down you fall, life will always continue as if you're not there. In truth, you're not, though. You are completely insignificant on this great marble and time ticks without you replacing the battery, that's for sure.
So why do I choose to do so many things that consume so much of my life for such long periods of time? Why do I do that? I can't honestly answer that question more than some unrelated phrases that all link together in my head but apparently nowhere else. If I did everything I wanted in life, I would never have a home, never have a car, and I would never take a vacation. My work would be my vacation and I would do nothing but travel.
I don't know why I started writing this...but I began it at 2am...during my caffeine crash. Just a heads up to all readers
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thoughts
I'm back at home for another two days for spring break, but I feel as if I have so much to do before I return to Columbia. I'm definitely swiping my tripod and stowing it in my suitcase so there's no excuse for not filming. I have to study econ and french (both of which are hibernating under my winter clothes that I plan to leave here) and write a paper for journalism.
On top of that, I'm trying to work with the Invisible Children offices to get things organized for The Rescue on April 25th, but it's so difficult being so far away. With me living in Columbia and not having direct access to anything downtown, I really wanted to use this time to get things either set in stone or close to it, but that's failed. And I hate failing.
On a brighter note, I've seen almost everybody I wanted to this past week and I've definitely utilized my five-day break from schoolwork. Put a few dollars in the bank and such.
I want it to be April 25th and straight from there I want it to be summer.
On top of that, I'm trying to work with the Invisible Children offices to get things organized for The Rescue on April 25th, but it's so difficult being so far away. With me living in Columbia and not having direct access to anything downtown, I really wanted to use this time to get things either set in stone or close to it, but that's failed. And I hate failing.
On a brighter note, I've seen almost everybody I wanted to this past week and I've definitely utilized my five-day break from schoolwork. Put a few dollars in the bank and such.
I want it to be April 25th and straight from there I want it to be summer.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Deepest Joy
I don't know quite how to put this, but I am so relieved right now. Building up to a screening is quite possibly one of the most stressful and frustrating times of my life. And I'm used to having a lot of stress and frustration, so that's saying quite a lot.
For three months now I've been pushing for people to come to our Invisible Children screening in March and have received the following questions:
1. Is this a joke?
2. What's Invisible Children?
3. How much does it cost?
4. Don't you have anything better to do?
5. Can I come late?
While numbers 3 and 5 are easily answered, and 2 simply takes a lot of time to tell, how in the world does one respond to numbers 1 and 4? Of course it isn't a joke and since this is my life's work why on earth would you criticize me? What better good is there to do in the world than to promote the aid and awareness of others? I don't understand people sometimes.
On a happier note, the Roadies were fantastic!
Andre--absolutely wonderful to talk to, had some interesting views on things, but quiet. Quiet isn't a bad thing. I like quiet.
Heather--so sweet; unfortunately she wasn't feeling the best on Tuesday, but that doesn't diminish her fantasticness in the slightest!
Brandon--I love Harry Potter tooooo! and Disney. And hearing stories told wondrously energetically!
Tessa--someone my own age? what is this? She was just great. I can't describe my love.
I'm so nondescript. But I don't care. Who else reads this but me? (oh right, LoBaz)
The bottom line is I loved them. I honestly, no matter how many times they told me to stop, only wish I could have done more. I guess it's the mom in me, and my only claim to motherhood is a 2-year nanny position and 5 years of babysitting. I wish I could have given them each their own rooms with private bathrooms, a kitchen full of food, instinctive knowledge about Columbia and the rest of the Midwest, a bunch of people to help them, contacts that actually upheld their end of the bargain, and anything else they could need.
I'm always happiest when things like this occur: Invisible Children coming to Mizzou, talking on the phone with the Roadies (past and present), holding meetings to which people actually show up. It's great. It's times like these when I feel that someone understands what really drives me. Someone else feels the same fire that burns within me. And as preachy-Christian as that sounds, I have to stand by it.
I'll leave now with a final hug and wish goodnight. Pictures from the screening to come! As soon as Ally gets them to me.
For three months now I've been pushing for people to come to our Invisible Children screening in March and have received the following questions:
1. Is this a joke?
2. What's Invisible Children?
3. How much does it cost?
4. Don't you have anything better to do?
5. Can I come late?
While numbers 3 and 5 are easily answered, and 2 simply takes a lot of time to tell, how in the world does one respond to numbers 1 and 4? Of course it isn't a joke and since this is my life's work why on earth would you criticize me? What better good is there to do in the world than to promote the aid and awareness of others? I don't understand people sometimes.
On a happier note, the Roadies were fantastic!
Andre--absolutely wonderful to talk to, had some interesting views on things, but quiet. Quiet isn't a bad thing. I like quiet.
Heather--so sweet; unfortunately she wasn't feeling the best on Tuesday, but that doesn't diminish her fantasticness in the slightest!
Brandon--I love Harry Potter tooooo! and Disney. And hearing stories told wondrously energetically!
Tessa--someone my own age? what is this? She was just great. I can't describe my love.
I'm so nondescript. But I don't care. Who else reads this but me? (oh right, LoBaz)
The bottom line is I loved them. I honestly, no matter how many times they told me to stop, only wish I could have done more. I guess it's the mom in me, and my only claim to motherhood is a 2-year nanny position and 5 years of babysitting. I wish I could have given them each their own rooms with private bathrooms, a kitchen full of food, instinctive knowledge about Columbia and the rest of the Midwest, a bunch of people to help them, contacts that actually upheld their end of the bargain, and anything else they could need.
I'm always happiest when things like this occur: Invisible Children coming to Mizzou, talking on the phone with the Roadies (past and present), holding meetings to which people actually show up. It's great. It's times like these when I feel that someone understands what really drives me. Someone else feels the same fire that burns within me. And as preachy-Christian as that sounds, I have to stand by it.
I'll leave now with a final hug and wish goodnight. Pictures from the screening to come! As soon as Ally gets them to me.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Muh Thawts
So I went to my adviser yesterday because apparently I need to do that before signing up for classes. I don't like going to see her because I don't believe she truly knows what she's doing. That's a personal opinion and probably very unforgiving, but it's also what I believe to be true. On March 10 I have to fill out my new classes request for the summer and fall. Not very fair that I have to sign up for fall classes so early. I know it's so the incoming freshmen can spread themselves out over the entire summer, but still. How the hell do I know what I'm going to be doing in the fall?
That's a lie. I know what I would like to be doing in the fall, but none of that requires schoolwork. Speaking of which, what else happens on March 10?! Happy day! The Roadie Application goes up! And it's, um, a badass application with a cover letter and everything. Damn. I don't have time to make all that. Well...it's gonna happen, so watch me find time in between basketball games, very late at night/early in the morning, and instead of lunches and dinners. I love my life; I truly do.
Today's the open house of our new office space! Pictures to be posted on Facebook soon. And I have office hours today from 1 to 3. My first legitimate office hours and I can't go to them because I have a study abroad interview. Ah life.
I did find out from Amy, my excuse of an adviser, that no matter what happens, the way I have planned everything out and the number of advanced credits I came to school with, I will be graduating either on time in four years, or a semester early. I believe that deserves a round of applause.
Update!!
Just wanted to throw out the fact that I'll be LIVING and STUDYING in BELGIUM! THIS SUMMER! So excited!!! Maybe I should wait until I get my actual acceptance letter before I get so excited, buuuuuut I can't exactly help myself. Could you?
That's one aspect of life that's worked in my favor. Now to get the roadieship to bend my way, too!
That's a lie. I know what I would like to be doing in the fall, but none of that requires schoolwork. Speaking of which, what else happens on March 10?! Happy day! The Roadie Application goes up! And it's, um, a badass application with a cover letter and everything. Damn. I don't have time to make all that. Well...it's gonna happen, so watch me find time in between basketball games, very late at night/early in the morning, and instead of lunches and dinners. I love my life; I truly do.
Today's the open house of our new office space! Pictures to be posted on Facebook soon. And I have office hours today from 1 to 3. My first legitimate office hours and I can't go to them because I have a study abroad interview. Ah life.
I did find out from Amy, my excuse of an adviser, that no matter what happens, the way I have planned everything out and the number of advanced credits I came to school with, I will be graduating either on time in four years, or a semester early. I believe that deserves a round of applause.
Update!!
Just wanted to throw out the fact that I'll be LIVING and STUDYING in BELGIUM! THIS SUMMER! So excited!!! Maybe I should wait until I get my actual acceptance letter before I get so excited, buuuuuut I can't exactly help myself. Could you?
That's one aspect of life that's worked in my favor. Now to get the roadieship to bend my way, too!
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