I'm glad I didn't have anything heavy. I would have thrown it.

I just watched a ridiculous argument on ShowBiz about this female reporter who tweeted the comments made by male athletes made her feel uncomfortable.

One guy was arguing, she should expect it in her line of work, her clothes invited the comments, and if she couldn't handle it, she should get a different job.

Excuse me. WHAT?

First off,

Harassment is defined as something that makes a person feel reasonably uncomfortable. Cat calls, comments about one's body are considered sexual harassment.

Two, it does not matter what anyone wears. Clothing is not a reason to sexually harass someone.

Three, just because males have listened to their male peers and accepted how they have treated women wrongly as truth, does not mean that behavior is a.) acceptable; b.) welcome, and c.) something women should have to deal with. At all. EVER.

Four, saying someone should find another job if s/he cannot handle sexual harassment is ignorant and uncivil, as well as illegal.

To that prick: Become educated. Maybe you will have intelligent arguments next time.

To the reporter: All women thank you for standing up for yourself.

That's all.

"My Huckleberry Friend"

The first time I saw "Breakfast at Tiffany's" I fell in love. Partly because Audrey Hepburn is classy and will always be my idol, but also because Holly Golightly is my essence.

Looking past the 'call-girl' complex, here's why I love the woman in the black dress.

- Independent and does what she wants to do
- Classy clothes and classy woman
- Still trying to find her place in the world
- Has everything, but has nothing
- Follows her heart
- Takes care of herself just fine, but wouldn't mind having someone to take care of her
- Socialite of the town
- Wears a crackerjack ring proudly
- Tiffany's does scare away the mean reds
- Diamonds shouldn't be worn before 40 - but pearls should
- WIld at heart and won't let anyone put her in a cage
- Loves kissing in the rain


Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

"The Spirit Makes the Master"

Besides being a lovely saying from Western Kentucky University, it also holds deep meaning for me.

"Being young at heart" or having "child-like spirit" are all fantastic, but I believe what people are searching for is a simplistic idea with a multitude of outcomes: passion. Simply put. What are you passionate about?

I don't care what your passion is as long as you have one. One pushing you to reach, to believe, to enhance your world and that of others. If you have passion, then you will forever have that twinkle in your eye.


I digress, I do care what your passions are - the content matters. Because how can one truly live, if one feels aimless inside?

Things I missed while I was away...

- The freezing MPR in Park: in which only the most hilarious and best times ensue with all HRL staff.
- The gum tree: because its weird, but really cool.
- The smoke free campus: because I like living.
- My own apartment: and how it's oh so color themed.
- My own office: also color themed.
- Baking in my oven: tasty treat tomorrow for the grads!
- My besties: Josiah Black, Joel Bushman, and of course - my other half - Katie Harder.
- Muncie, in general: it's quaint.
- Laser Tag: because it's just awesome.
- My RAs: oh come back soon!
- My HC members: they were so fun!
- Mid-west love: I've never been so excited to see rows and rows of corn in my life.
- Ultimate frisbee: hilarity ensues.
- Green grass: because there is space for it!
- The Bell Tower: and how it chimes every 15 minutes (and is ahead 2 minutes).
- Brayton/Clevenger: You'll always be my first!

Like New York to Carrie. Ball State, you'll always have part of my heart.

Happiness

What makes you happy?

The following have made me happy this summer:

Sitting in a residence hall left from the Atlanta Olympics overlooking the city lights.
Having the freedom to run miles and miles around the capital of our nation.
Seeing friends and family I haven't seen in months, and a few, years.
Watching my new baby cousin grow and explore.
Driving back to Muncie for round 2. ding ding!
Singing at the top of my lungs as I drive across the country.
Baking with and for those I enjoy.
Decorating my office and apartment.
Watching too many episodes of Friends and still laughing.
Dancing to a good jam.
Taking pictures of things and people I appreciate.
Meeting new people.
Helping others.
Shopping.
Flirting.
Traveling.
Seeing Pittsburg with a good friend.
Playing Shuffleboard.
Smiling.

Advice on a June Day

Know the relationship of your supervisor with her/his supervisor.

Be adventurous.

Go to bed early.

Quote of the Day:
"I was going to talk to him but I was wearing flats not heels."

Out Running The Storm

Would you rather wait it out or outrun it? I choose the latter. On my recent drive from Atlanta to Mississippi, there was a thunder storm so intense, I could barely see out the window. I could have pulled over, but my anxiousness and impatience to be out of the car, pushed me through. I drove in these conditions for at least half an hour. Was this safe? No, probably not. But I thought it may be less safe to pull over when over drivers couldn't see me. It became a game, to see the road ahead, and get to my destination safely. Anyways, so what I'm trying to say is, what do you do when there is a storm? Not just a literal storm, but a life storm: when things are crashing around you, and you can barely see the path in front of you. I'm sure it can be approached differently, but I would rather not just sit there and let the world decide for me. Push through the storm. That may mean one makes irrational decisions sometimes, just to make a decision. But who cares? It usually works out. I say push through the storm - it'll test your strength. For the better.