Man, I loved the Baby-Sitters Club series as a kid. Those poor girl were stuck in eighth grade for a decade, but they did alright for themselves. But by the end of the series, the girls were simply stereotypes and not real characters (Stacey's a slut, Jessi's black, Abby's a Jew). So that lead me to create a list of BSC titles that could exist had the series continued.
#229--Kristy and the Gay Pride Parade
#235--Dawn Discovers Weed
#242--Mary Anne and the Shotgun Wedding
#248--Jessi Votes for Obama
#253--Claudia Waits Tables
#257--Stacey and the Inexplicable Itching
#260--Mallory Pike: Still #1 Loser
#264--Abby Converts to Christianity
Monday, November 24, 2008
Turkey Time
Thanksgiving is this Thursday, and I'm super excited. I get to leave school tomorrow morning and not come back until Monday, leaving me the rest of the week to be blissfully carefree. As soon as I get back next week it will be crunch time, as over the next two weeks I will try to write essays, study, take exams, and pack to come home. But for this week, I'm not thinking about any of that. I'm eating dinner with my grandparents and uncles, aunts, and cousins on Thursday, and then Friday we're decorating for Christmas. Decorating the day after Thanksgiving has become a tradition with my sister. Growing up, up our mother never let us decorate until about two weeks before Christmas because we always had a live tree. Now that we have artificial trees, we deck the halls from November until January 1. And I absolutely love it.
Christmas television is another thing I'm looking forward to. I've already set Elf to record this weekend. God, I love that movie. I love it to an insane degree, considering I watched it for the first time two years ago. But I quote it ("Francisco, that's fun to say"), I sing along with it ("baby, it's cold outside") and I laugh at it (Buddy drizzling syrup on his spaghetti). I'm also way into the classics--Rudolph and The Grinch. They're going to be even more fun this year because Nathan loves to watch cartoons.
I can't wait to go home! Happy Thanksgiving!
Christmas television is another thing I'm looking forward to. I've already set Elf to record this weekend. God, I love that movie. I love it to an insane degree, considering I watched it for the first time two years ago. But I quote it ("Francisco, that's fun to say"), I sing along with it ("baby, it's cold outside") and I laugh at it (Buddy drizzling syrup on his spaghetti). I'm also way into the classics--Rudolph and The Grinch. They're going to be even more fun this year because Nathan loves to watch cartoons.
I can't wait to go home! Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop from my faucets
This morning started out normally enough. My roommate went to class, I got up and took a shower, checked email, etc. This was at eight.
By nine, there was no water in the bathroom. I emailed maintenance, only to get a reply back that it was a campus wide problem and there was no water anywhere.
Well.
Do you know how it feels to know you can't use the bathroom (well, you can, but it's gross because no one can flush)? It makes you feel like you are incredibly thirsty, yet you don't want to drink. The school freaking brought in port-a-potties for us, but I still didn't chance having to use the bathroom. I'm sorry, my ass is not lining up to use a port-a-potty along with everyone else in my dorm.
There were emails saying the water should be back on by two. At two-thirty, I walked into the bathroom to check the sinks. As I passed by the toilet, it suddenly flushed itself. "I'm magical!" I thought to myself.
Maintenance crews were running around like chickens with their heads cut off checking out everyone's toilet. Our toilet wouldn't stop running until we had a guy fix it for us. But thank God, everything now seems to be business as usual.
And a note to self: I need to buy hand sanitizer, because going without washing my hands for hours was gross.
By nine, there was no water in the bathroom. I emailed maintenance, only to get a reply back that it was a campus wide problem and there was no water anywhere.
Well.
Do you know how it feels to know you can't use the bathroom (well, you can, but it's gross because no one can flush)? It makes you feel like you are incredibly thirsty, yet you don't want to drink. The school freaking brought in port-a-potties for us, but I still didn't chance having to use the bathroom. I'm sorry, my ass is not lining up to use a port-a-potty along with everyone else in my dorm.
There were emails saying the water should be back on by two. At two-thirty, I walked into the bathroom to check the sinks. As I passed by the toilet, it suddenly flushed itself. "I'm magical!" I thought to myself.
Maintenance crews were running around like chickens with their heads cut off checking out everyone's toilet. Our toilet wouldn't stop running until we had a guy fix it for us. But thank God, everything now seems to be business as usual.
And a note to self: I need to buy hand sanitizer, because going without washing my hands for hours was gross.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
STFU
"Why are you so quiet, Laura?" It's a question I've heard many times throughout my life, and I'm never sure how to respond. "Gee, I don't know, why are you such a loud ass?" doesn't seem terribly polite. But then again, neither is staring at me like I'm a rare animal at a zoo, an exhibit to marvel over. I get rather irritated when people ask me about my quiet nature. It's like asking someone why they are short, or why their eyes are blue--details over which they have no control.
It's not that I'm quiet all the time, because I certainly know how to use my voice. But there is so much to be learned by being quiet. I am incredibly nosy, and if people are holding a conversation near me, I will listen to it. I've learned lots of gossip about people simply because I have excellent listening skills. So if you're around me and you're talking about that guy you hooked up with last night, yeah, I'm listening.
Being quiet is part of who I am, and I wouldn't change it even if I could. I would prefer people to accept it without questioning me, however.
It's not that I'm quiet all the time, because I certainly know how to use my voice. But there is so much to be learned by being quiet. I am incredibly nosy, and if people are holding a conversation near me, I will listen to it. I've learned lots of gossip about people simply because I have excellent listening skills. So if you're around me and you're talking about that guy you hooked up with last night, yeah, I'm listening.
Being quiet is part of who I am, and I wouldn't change it even if I could. I would prefer people to accept it without questioning me, however.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I might have talent
Last week in creative writing my professor read a short piece of mine to the class. We were supposed to write a flashback scene, and mine was about a guy who was remembering his dead wife at Christmas. Everyone really seemed to enjoy it, saying it was the perfect way to transition into a flashback. I was really flattered and surprised that a two page story would be that well received.
Today, my professor told me that I'm good at nailing my characters--I make them multi-dimensional and real. He thinks I should minor in creative writing since I'm majoring in Literature. I'm so happy that someone appreciates my writing, because it is incredibly important to me. I try to be completely honest in my work; I'm very reserved in real life, not letting people in, but when I write I take down those walls. Whenever I write something, I will be satisfied with it for a while, then the next day I will worry that it is not good enough. Which is kind of like saying that I worry that I won't be good enough.
Writing is one of the only things in my life that I feel like I have any talent for at all. Knowing that other people think I'm good at it means so much to me.
Today, my professor told me that I'm good at nailing my characters--I make them multi-dimensional and real. He thinks I should minor in creative writing since I'm majoring in Literature. I'm so happy that someone appreciates my writing, because it is incredibly important to me. I try to be completely honest in my work; I'm very reserved in real life, not letting people in, but when I write I take down those walls. Whenever I write something, I will be satisfied with it for a while, then the next day I will worry that it is not good enough. Which is kind of like saying that I worry that I won't be good enough.
Writing is one of the only things in my life that I feel like I have any talent for at all. Knowing that other people think I'm good at it means so much to me.
I'm sick of the people in my dorm, too
I made a frozen pizza for supper tonight, mainly because it's cold outside and I didn't want to walk across campus for food. I heard my neighbors step out into the hall and complain that it smelled like garlic. No, it smells like pizza. And I have a right to cook food in my room, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry. It's not like I'm in here cooking something with a really noxious smell like sardines.
My suitemates routinely cook breakfast sandwiches in the microwave, and the smell of sausage will waft through the bathroom. I don't like sausage. But do I complain about the smell? No. I put up with it.
Jesus, I'm cranky tonight. I'm ready to go home where I can eat some real fucking food that I cooked in my own kitchen. I want to go to sleep in a room by myself, with the lights off, with no one's snoring or talking waking me up. I want to be able to take a leisurely shower without worrying about anyone walking in on me.
Ok, I have to get out of this bad mood.
My suitemates routinely cook breakfast sandwiches in the microwave, and the smell of sausage will waft through the bathroom. I don't like sausage. But do I complain about the smell? No. I put up with it.
Jesus, I'm cranky tonight. I'm ready to go home where I can eat some real fucking food that I cooked in my own kitchen. I want to go to sleep in a room by myself, with the lights off, with no one's snoring or talking waking me up. I want to be able to take a leisurely shower without worrying about anyone walking in on me.
Ok, I have to get out of this bad mood.
The honeymoon is over
I'm only a week away from Thanksgiving break. Just as it happened last year, I am officially sick of my roommate. It's not that she's loud or incredibly messy like my roommate last year. It's just I'm tired of having her around, and I'm ready for space of my own.
Last night I went to bed around 11:20, but didn't fall asleep until after midnight when my roomie got in bed. At 1:30, her phone starts ringing. I can hear the person on the other end of the line say, "it's snowing!" My roommate then has to get up, dressed, and leave the room to verify that it is, indeed, snowing. I couldn't believe it. If this were a heavy snow expected to accumulate and get us out of school, then yeah, go check it out. But a light snow that will amount to nothing?
She's from the eastern part of the state which doesn't get snow very often, so I guess it's glamorous to her. But me, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Because of her nocturnal outing, she's been napping for over an hour. I feel like I have to tiptoe around to keep from waking her up, but then I feel ridiculous doing that because it's 3:00 in the afternoon, and she shouldn't would need to sleep right now if she would just sleep during the night like a normal person.
I'm not always such a bitchy roommate, I promise. I'm just getting antsy for some free time coming up over Thanksgiving and Christmas break. I'll be better in January.
Last night I went to bed around 11:20, but didn't fall asleep until after midnight when my roomie got in bed. At 1:30, her phone starts ringing. I can hear the person on the other end of the line say, "it's snowing!" My roommate then has to get up, dressed, and leave the room to verify that it is, indeed, snowing. I couldn't believe it. If this were a heavy snow expected to accumulate and get us out of school, then yeah, go check it out. But a light snow that will amount to nothing?
She's from the eastern part of the state which doesn't get snow very often, so I guess it's glamorous to her. But me, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Because of her nocturnal outing, she's been napping for over an hour. I feel like I have to tiptoe around to keep from waking her up, but then I feel ridiculous doing that because it's 3:00 in the afternoon, and she shouldn't would need to sleep right now if she would just sleep during the night like a normal person.
I'm not always such a bitchy roommate, I promise. I'm just getting antsy for some free time coming up over Thanksgiving and Christmas break. I'll be better in January.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Dear Zaxby's
I ate at your establishment for the first time last night. We've had a Zaxby's in town for years, but I've never felt a need to go. If I'm going to eat fried chicken, I'll get it from KFC. But last night we were shopping right near a Zaxby's, and so we stopped to pick up food.
We placed our four orders, drove around to the window to pick it up, and asked for honey mustard. "They're twenty-five cents apiece," a woman informed us. What? I'm paying six bucks for my meal and you can't give me a freaking tiny container of honey mustard for free? That's some BS right there.
I got the Zaxby's club, which was way too salty. I'm blaming the butter on the bread. But the fries were tasty, especially dipped in that twenty-five cent honey mustard. But in short, I probably won't be dining at your establishment again. Because, you see, KFC will give me honey mustard, barbecue sauce, or ranch for free.
Love,
Me
We placed our four orders, drove around to the window to pick it up, and asked for honey mustard. "They're twenty-five cents apiece," a woman informed us. What? I'm paying six bucks for my meal and you can't give me a freaking tiny container of honey mustard for free? That's some BS right there.
I got the Zaxby's club, which was way too salty. I'm blaming the butter on the bread. But the fries were tasty, especially dipped in that twenty-five cent honey mustard. But in short, I probably won't be dining at your establishment again. Because, you see, KFC will give me honey mustard, barbecue sauce, or ranch for free.
Love,
Me
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Skinny On Being Fat
I've always been overweight. It wasn't so bad when I was a child, but as I got into my teens it got a lot worse. Mostly because of problems at home--my dad was a drunk asshole, so I stayed holed up in my room eating junk food to cope with it. It was a really bad time.
But after I moved out from under my father's roof, I lost a good bit of weight. That isn't to say that I'm skinny now--I'm not. My shirt size is still a large. But when you used to be a 1X, it feels good to say that you're a large. I've gotten a better attitude about exercise, toned up, decreased my soda intake, and in general I have felt a lot healthier in the past few years. I would still like to lose weight, but I'm not sweating it if I maintain my current weight. I'm happy.
Strangely, though, I still have the feeling like I'm the Fat Chick. You know, like I'm the largest girl in the room and everyone is staring at me, the freak. I know that's not true. I see women my size and larger every day on campus. Yet I still feel like I'm some hulking giant. When I meet new people I inwardly cringe, imagining the things they are thinking about my size. I'm incredibly insecure, and I hate that. It's this weird battle in my head in which I know that I'm not huge, but I still believe that's how I'm perceived. It's totally all in my head, and I don't know how to fix it.
It would be easy to just tell myself to have more confidence. That's something I've struggled with for awhile. I should just walk around telling myself that I'm the best bitch in town, and maybe someday I'll believe it. Fake it 'til you make it.
But after I moved out from under my father's roof, I lost a good bit of weight. That isn't to say that I'm skinny now--I'm not. My shirt size is still a large. But when you used to be a 1X, it feels good to say that you're a large. I've gotten a better attitude about exercise, toned up, decreased my soda intake, and in general I have felt a lot healthier in the past few years. I would still like to lose weight, but I'm not sweating it if I maintain my current weight. I'm happy.
Strangely, though, I still have the feeling like I'm the Fat Chick. You know, like I'm the largest girl in the room and everyone is staring at me, the freak. I know that's not true. I see women my size and larger every day on campus. Yet I still feel like I'm some hulking giant. When I meet new people I inwardly cringe, imagining the things they are thinking about my size. I'm incredibly insecure, and I hate that. It's this weird battle in my head in which I know that I'm not huge, but I still believe that's how I'm perceived. It's totally all in my head, and I don't know how to fix it.
It would be easy to just tell myself to have more confidence. That's something I've struggled with for awhile. I should just walk around telling myself that I'm the best bitch in town, and maybe someday I'll believe it. Fake it 'til you make it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Holy Shitballs: The Twilight Phenomenon
I don't read the Twilight books. In theory, they should be my kind of thing; I love vampire stories (and Buffy the Vampire Slayer remains my favorite television show to this day). Yet they just sound so stupid--Edward sparkles! Bella teases Jacob yet remains with Edward! Bella makes the best vampire ever!
If you're wondering how I know all of this without even reading the books, it's all because of this site. She has these hilarious recaps of the all the books, plus all kinds of links regarding the Twilight movie. Apparently the actors are doing a tour to promote it, and the fans are absolutely batshit. One girl even asked Robert Pattinson, the guy who plays Edward, to bite her. These people seem to believe that he really is Edward come to life.
The best part of all is that Robert Pattinson gives increasingly hilarious interviews in which he disses the novels. Basically he calls out Edward for being moody and a stalker, and says that it's creepy how Stephenie Meyers has created a character that she is in love with. He seems to absolutely think it's weird how obsessive girls are over this series, and God love him for that. I actually feel sorry for him because these fans will go to all sorts of lengths to proclaim their love for Edward.
I almost want to pick up the books, just so I can make fun of them properly. And I definitely want to see the movie--once it's out on DVD. I won't stoop so low as to see it in the theater.
If you're wondering how I know all of this without even reading the books, it's all because of this site. She has these hilarious recaps of the all the books, plus all kinds of links regarding the Twilight movie. Apparently the actors are doing a tour to promote it, and the fans are absolutely batshit. One girl even asked Robert Pattinson, the guy who plays Edward, to bite her. These people seem to believe that he really is Edward come to life.
The best part of all is that Robert Pattinson gives increasingly hilarious interviews in which he disses the novels. Basically he calls out Edward for being moody and a stalker, and says that it's creepy how Stephenie Meyers has created a character that she is in love with. He seems to absolutely think it's weird how obsessive girls are over this series, and God love him for that. I actually feel sorry for him because these fans will go to all sorts of lengths to proclaim their love for Edward.
I almost want to pick up the books, just so I can make fun of them properly. And I definitely want to see the movie--once it's out on DVD. I won't stoop so low as to see it in the theater.
Writing for pleasure
I've been working on a research paper for class (the first draft is due Monday) and I decided to take a break from writing for class by writing for pleasure. I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed right now; I have this research paper, another one next week, a creative project, creative writing projects, etc. Plus, today I registered for class. One class I absolutely had to get into to fulfill a requirement was already closed. I went back to the drawing board and found another class that will meet the requirement; it's a night class, which I am not thrilled about, but I have to make it work. On the bright side, I won't have classes on Fridays. But with three (!!) Lit classes next semester I'll probably have to use Fridays to catch up on reading.
I need to do my assignment for creative writing that is due tomorrow. But right now I am feeling utterly devoid of creativity. There's an episode of Doctor Who in which there are street vendors selling emotion patches such as happy, honest, etc. Right now I could use a patch of creativity. But alas, there is no TARDIS to take me away to such a land, so I suppose I'm on my own.
I need to do my assignment for creative writing that is due tomorrow. But right now I am feeling utterly devoid of creativity. There's an episode of Doctor Who in which there are street vendors selling emotion patches such as happy, honest, etc. Right now I could use a patch of creativity. But alas, there is no TARDIS to take me away to such a land, so I suppose I'm on my own.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Do I Know You?
Friday night I ate at a restaurant in town, and my waitress was a girl I went to school with. I've known her since kindergarten, and we graduated together three years ago. I've seen her working in this place before, but not since she had her baby last year. When she came to take our order, she didn't acknowledge that she knew me at all, only calling me "ma'am."
Granted, I didn't say "Hey, how are you?" either, so perhaps I'm being hypocritical. I suppose in my head I immediately reverted to our days in high school where she was the popular girl voted onto the homecoming court every year and I was just a shy geek. I don't think we had any classes together in high school, but we definitely knew each other, and she most definitely watched me give a speech on our graduation day. I guess Friday night I just wanted some recognition from her that I wasn't just some customer, I was a girl she knew and someone that was worthy of a simple greeting.
I suspect I'm being over dramatic here, but another thing that bothered me was that she didn't speak to Nathan at all. As I said, she gave birth to a son last year, so I expected her to be friendly to Nathan, but she didn't. It's certainly not a requirement that waitresses pay special attention to Nathan, but knowing that she has a son just slightly younger than him, it struck me as odd that she didn't talk to him.
This girl was one of many to have had a baby a few years removed from high school. I don't suppose there is anything wrong with that, although many of these girls aren't married and didn't finish college. Babies are wonderful, but I can't imagine trading my college years in for that kind of responsibility. I've learned about my baby-making peers from Myspace and Facebook, and I often wonder if anyone has wondered about me and searched for me. I don't have Myspace or Facebook, only this blog (which no one knows about). I guess it makes me sound vain, but I hope that someone looks back on our time in high school and wonders what happened to me.
Granted, I didn't say "Hey, how are you?" either, so perhaps I'm being hypocritical. I suppose in my head I immediately reverted to our days in high school where she was the popular girl voted onto the homecoming court every year and I was just a shy geek. I don't think we had any classes together in high school, but we definitely knew each other, and she most definitely watched me give a speech on our graduation day. I guess Friday night I just wanted some recognition from her that I wasn't just some customer, I was a girl she knew and someone that was worthy of a simple greeting.
I suspect I'm being over dramatic here, but another thing that bothered me was that she didn't speak to Nathan at all. As I said, she gave birth to a son last year, so I expected her to be friendly to Nathan, but she didn't. It's certainly not a requirement that waitresses pay special attention to Nathan, but knowing that she has a son just slightly younger than him, it struck me as odd that she didn't talk to him.
This girl was one of many to have had a baby a few years removed from high school. I don't suppose there is anything wrong with that, although many of these girls aren't married and didn't finish college. Babies are wonderful, but I can't imagine trading my college years in for that kind of responsibility. I've learned about my baby-making peers from Myspace and Facebook, and I often wonder if anyone has wondered about me and searched for me. I don't have Myspace or Facebook, only this blog (which no one knows about). I guess it makes me sound vain, but I hope that someone looks back on our time in high school and wonders what happened to me.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Lies Sweet Valley Told Me
I read Sweet Valley books religiously as a kid. My sister is ten years older than me, so I inherited all of her original edition Sweet Valley Highs, then added to the collection by buying the newer books. Truthfully I always preferred Sweet Valley Twins--the Unicorn club was fabulously fun, Liz wasn't a self-righteous bitch, Amy was still a tomboy. Good times. Still, all of my Sweet Valley reading indoctrinated me with ideas of what high school would be like, all of which would be lies. Let's take a look:
--I could magically have a "perfect size six figure" despite eating burgers and fries and not really exercising, a la Elizabeth. [Ha! Good one.]
--5'6" is the height to be. [Actually, I am 5'6", but I hardly think it would matter if I were taller or shorter, so suck it, Francine Pascal.]
--Handsome jocks always fall for the nerdy studious types--I'm looking at you, Todd and Liz. [Please. In my school, jocks never dated outside the cheerleaders/popular clique.]
--I can spend all my time socializing and never studying but still make passing grades just like Jessica does. [Let me tell you, I worked my ass off for my GPA.]
--Tanning on the beach is the best pastime. [I unfortunately didn't live on the coast, but whenever I was outside I never worried about sunscreen. Now I obsessively check the size of my moles to make sure I don't die of skin cancer.]
--Kidnappings and the death of one's boyfriend are totally normal and not a reason to scar anyone for life. [The number of kidnappings across this series is astounding. And Jessica's got a whole cemetery full of dead boyfriends. Yet in the next book she's always just dandy.]
--Twins are totes better than everyone else. [Oh, how I longed to be a twin. Someone who looked just liked me! Someone who was totally different from me yet somehow my best friend!]
--I could hook up with the entire male population (not doing anything more than kissing) and yet not have a bad reputation. [In real life a girl would do more than just make out with the football team, yet even if she didn't she would still be labeled slutty. It's ludicrous that no one calls Jess out on her behavior.]
--California is always sunny and warm and the east coast is inferior. [This east coast girl likes walking to class in the snow, thank you very much.]
--I could magically have a "perfect size six figure" despite eating burgers and fries and not really exercising, a la Elizabeth. [Ha! Good one.]
--5'6" is the height to be. [Actually, I am 5'6", but I hardly think it would matter if I were taller or shorter, so suck it, Francine Pascal.]
--Handsome jocks always fall for the nerdy studious types--I'm looking at you, Todd and Liz. [Please. In my school, jocks never dated outside the cheerleaders/popular clique.]
--I can spend all my time socializing and never studying but still make passing grades just like Jessica does. [Let me tell you, I worked my ass off for my GPA.]
--Tanning on the beach is the best pastime. [I unfortunately didn't live on the coast, but whenever I was outside I never worried about sunscreen. Now I obsessively check the size of my moles to make sure I don't die of skin cancer.]
--Kidnappings and the death of one's boyfriend are totally normal and not a reason to scar anyone for life. [The number of kidnappings across this series is astounding. And Jessica's got a whole cemetery full of dead boyfriends. Yet in the next book she's always just dandy.]
--Twins are totes better than everyone else. [Oh, how I longed to be a twin. Someone who looked just liked me! Someone who was totally different from me yet somehow my best friend!]
--I could hook up with the entire male population (not doing anything more than kissing) and yet not have a bad reputation. [In real life a girl would do more than just make out with the football team, yet even if she didn't she would still be labeled slutty. It's ludicrous that no one calls Jess out on her behavior.]
--California is always sunny and warm and the east coast is inferior. [This east coast girl likes walking to class in the snow, thank you very much.]
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Post-Election Bliss
Everything has just seemed brighter today. I am so incredibly happy. But in a strange way, this won't really feel real until I go home and see Nathan. He's two; he is never going to remember a world where a black president would be impossible. I am so excited for his future, for my future, for the future of America.
And I'm also wondering how awkward it is going to be when I see family members that hate Obama. I am not sure how to approach the matter. In the weeks leading up to the election I would just walk away when they started talking shit about him, but I'm tired of not speaking my mind. Even if they don't like his policies they can respect him as a person, and respect all that he has achieved.
Also, as of this writing NC has yet to be declared for either candidate. I want NC to go blue so badly, just to add to Obama's final tally and just so that I can say that I'm from a blue state. I want NC to be able to shake off the strains of prejudice that we have carried for decades under people like Jesse Helms. (Edited to add: NC turned blue! I'm so pleased!)
Finally, I keep staring at the electoral college numbers. Even incomplete, that was one damned impressive landslide, helped by record numbers of voters. Well done, America.
And I'm also wondering how awkward it is going to be when I see family members that hate Obama. I am not sure how to approach the matter. In the weeks leading up to the election I would just walk away when they started talking shit about him, but I'm tired of not speaking my mind. Even if they don't like his policies they can respect him as a person, and respect all that he has achieved.
Also, as of this writing NC has yet to be declared for either candidate. I want NC to go blue so badly, just to add to Obama's final tally and just so that I can say that I'm from a blue state. I want NC to be able to shake off the strains of prejudice that we have carried for decades under people like Jesse Helms. (Edited to add: NC turned blue! I'm so pleased!)
Finally, I keep staring at the electoral college numbers. Even incomplete, that was one damned impressive landslide, helped by record numbers of voters. Well done, America.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Yes We Can and Yes We Did
I'm crying. I'm so blessed to be able to see this in my lifetime, so blessed that my grandparents are here to see this. I am so proud to be an American.
President Barack Obama.
President Barack Obama.
My Election Night Freakout, Pt. 2
I'm back from class, I'm caffeinated, and I'm watching CNN. God, I'm so nervous! I'm now thinking maybe the coffee was a bad idea, because I'm about to jump out of my skin.
I'm going to try to take some calming breaths. IN...and OUT. Feeling better now. Just gotta keep breathing....
I'll have more focused thoughts later, I swear.
I'm going to try to take some calming breaths. IN...and OUT. Feeling better now. Just gotta keep breathing....
I'll have more focused thoughts later, I swear.
OMG OMG OMG
I am so pumped for election results! But this day is going by so slowly; polls don't close for another five hours here. I just need it to be four o'clock, so I can go sit in class until 6:15 and then dash and get dinner and come back to the dorm.
I'm rocking my Obama shirt today and my "I voted" sticker. I'm thinking positive thoughts. I'll write more later.
I'm rocking my Obama shirt today and my "I voted" sticker. I'm thinking positive thoughts. I'll write more later.
Monday, November 3, 2008
On Election Day Eve...
I'm still consuming lots of Halloween candy. Halloween was fun; I made a pretty good Dorothy if I say so myself, and Nathan was an excellent scarecrow. He had a lot of fun saying trick or treat, and he got a ton of candy (some of which I took back to school with me).
I'm so nervous about the election. I voted Saturday! I love voting. In 2004 my 18th birthday was four days before the election, so I was able to vote, and I was thrilled. I'm just a huge dork about politics. I won't be able to sleep tomorrow night. I know I'll be staying up watching the results come in, and will either be celebrating or sulking miserably. I'm feeling positive though. The only downside to the election being on a Tuesday is that I have a nine o'clock class on Wednesday morning, and I don't know how I'll drag my ass out of bed for it.
Some of my relatives are big McCain supporters, and is it wrong to hope that that I'll be able to rub Obama's victory in their faces? Probably. But I would love to have that opportunity. Okay, I probably won't say anything to their faces. But I will be thinking it.
This whole event feels like Christmas Eve to me. I can never sleep well on Christmas Eve because I'm so excited about the next day--giving presents, receiving them, spending time with family. My brain just can't shut down. That's what I feel now, too--an exciting buzz, because even if Obama doesn't win, we will still have a new president. I was 14 when Bush was elected in 2000. For my formative years he was president (I'm not counting Clinton in my formative years because I was completely unaware of politics then, and didn't really start forming opinions on important matters until I hit high school). But now someone else is going to fill that spot. And no matter what happens tomorrow, I know that I can look back on this election and know that I had a part in it. It's history in the making--not just American history, but my history, too.
I'm so nervous about the election. I voted Saturday! I love voting. In 2004 my 18th birthday was four days before the election, so I was able to vote, and I was thrilled. I'm just a huge dork about politics. I won't be able to sleep tomorrow night. I know I'll be staying up watching the results come in, and will either be celebrating or sulking miserably. I'm feeling positive though. The only downside to the election being on a Tuesday is that I have a nine o'clock class on Wednesday morning, and I don't know how I'll drag my ass out of bed for it.
Some of my relatives are big McCain supporters, and is it wrong to hope that that I'll be able to rub Obama's victory in their faces? Probably. But I would love to have that opportunity. Okay, I probably won't say anything to their faces. But I will be thinking it.
This whole event feels like Christmas Eve to me. I can never sleep well on Christmas Eve because I'm so excited about the next day--giving presents, receiving them, spending time with family. My brain just can't shut down. That's what I feel now, too--an exciting buzz, because even if Obama doesn't win, we will still have a new president. I was 14 when Bush was elected in 2000. For my formative years he was president (I'm not counting Clinton in my formative years because I was completely unaware of politics then, and didn't really start forming opinions on important matters until I hit high school). But now someone else is going to fill that spot. And no matter what happens tomorrow, I know that I can look back on this election and know that I had a part in it. It's history in the making--not just American history, but my history, too.
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