Wait, I Saw You Lookin

Rar?
I was supposed to look "tough guy" in this but I suppose it's more sleepy and crankshank than anything. Oh well!
This is the face I make when folks crawfish the Emily. Ima popeye your ass, lemme reach for my spinach. Hah hah. Painfully not scary, huh? THAT'S WHEN I STRIKE.

So Oberlin Votes is going ok, and Ken is wankering about with the requisite amount of wankering. Soon I'll be a member of the Oberlin Chapter of the League of Women Voters. Crop walk is just around the corner and I'm working on getting sponsors. It feels nice to be aware of something larger, I'm trying to keep my focus on leaving the world a better place than it was when I came in. Yoga for my mind and body, working towards a balance between inward attention and outward attention.

Anne is my hero in this regard.

Calm and eager to put others first, but fierce in the understanding and refining of her beliefs. Fake people like Heib and Erin seek her realness like a moth to a flame. Suffice to say that I'm excited to begin work with her.

Here I come, Pacific NW! Are you ready?? (cause I am.)