My mind is racing.

There is so much going on.

President Obama is coming Thursday and I get to help out with the whole event.  I am literally volunteering to help with the presidential visit. I do think that Obama's administration is a work in progress. Everything about him is a work in progress. That is what I like about Barack Obama. He's progressive both literally and politically. He is a symbol of learning while attempting excellence.

 Women for Women...

I had a dream. I had a dream that I told my mother that I was a feminist. In the dream she told me that I couldn't be a feminist without being a butch lesbian.Well mom.... I proceeded to say fuck a bunch of times. She only responded with shock when I said feminist(making it the new F-bomb). She told me to sit down and be quiet. I need to learn to keep things fluffy. I need to learn to dress up more. What happened to my little girl who liked to dress up?  Stop talking about stuff like you're talking to a group Hailey. Light and fluffy. I now hate the words light and fluffy. I used the word feminist like twenty times today. Why must I try so hard to be a rebel child? If only if I was happy with light and fluffy. I'm not even a bad ass. I am in no way radical at all/. I feel like a t-shirt feminist. I'm usually proud of how strongly I care about the issues. Today I hurt for the little girl who was happy with fluffy. Tomorrow I fight hard for the young woman who wants a voice.

Momentary freak out.

Ironically, I was asked to contribute work to a zine today. Not a feminist thing, but after that dream I probably would have jumped at it anyway. It still drives me crazy that someone cares what I have to say. Women for Women basically supports my dream recovery everyday. Thank God.

I  need to declare my gender studies minor. I need to do something good for the word. I need to stop being such an awkward dork. I need to earn how to speak in pubic without sounding  like a Valley girl. I need to learn to accept myself. I too am a work in progress.