I'm waiting at Starbucks right now for a friend, always promised him we'd get together for tea sometime (we've meant to do this for the last three years) and no time like the present. I had asked my sister if she was free later today, but she wound up hurting herself earlier so she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Must be that Chapman curse my great-grandmother always used to scare my big brother and sister with when they were kids- something about how Chapman's start dropping like flies every other generation or so (tho my great grandfather was killed by a falling tree, and his brother was..). Not like I take things like that seriously. Besides it's me, what's the worst that could happen? (seriously NOT tempting fate here)
I've already shot off a few emails to a few crisis centers about how they started up, what they focused on, etc. I'm hoping I'll get to do some interviews with them too (putting on my business hat) about their federal funding. It's already starting to feel like quite a ride ;-)
I'm quite excited about the potential prospects for this. Maybe I'll even try to get Slutwalk Indianapolis organized there too, haha. That'll make waves in the media, to be sure.
My Twitter's almost ready to relaunch, still keeping the focus the same. It's not like the Facebook or G+, like Livejournal I'm hoping to use it to keep track of my life from the time I leave California behind to the day I return to my most beloved state. I can use it to help me not only keep some sanity when the depression hits (damn you SAD) but also for when I begin work on my Masters.
Something Emily and Mark told me, that I never really thought about before Is how I dress like a Californian, and that'll help me stand out more then anything else. And if I get lowlights in my hair before I leave, well I'd better get used to all the extra attention- again, if the other day at the Indy Starbucks was any indication.