Soooo I haven't written in a while. There's really no reason, I just don't have much to say. It's finally fucking cooling down in Florida...it was really hot for a week or so, but not it's nice and cool. And, oh oh, I have three days off from school next week, which'll be really amazing.

Ok, and get this: I lost my job a week from Wednesday. Too many employees, or whatever. Then my car breaks down the next week, on that next Wednesday (aka, two days ago.) So I basically had like, the worst fucking week ever, because in addition to that I found out that the school system where I live is royally fucking everyone over. But then, ok, yesterday...my car was fixed. That fast. Just one day. And then...my boss calls. She gave me my job back. She was like, "Yeah, I didn't realize that one of the waitresses, when I made her a cook, wouldn't be able to waitress." or something.
But the problem is, I applied to a bunch of places this past weekened, because I desperately need a job...and one of them called me and was like, "Yeah, we'll take you on." And idk where to work...I told my boss about how the new job may be better, because it's only on one day instead of two, and me and my boss are on good terms enough for her to accept it. But idk. The new job would be really cool, because it's at a natural food store, and I'd get a discount, and I heard they pay really well. But I love my job a lot, as well, and I like my boss and the people...so I'm not sure. I'll have to see how that turns out.

And I got a Facebook. The end.

I can't edit any of my journal entries? What even is this ridiculousness? I do not even know.

Well I should be getting ready for going to work, but I always get ready too early and then end up sitting around, doing nothing. So here I am lazing around on Songmeanings, watching Family Guy. I actually probably should be writing my short story for English class, but it's so stupid. She was like, "Write about the holidays." ?! Seriously? Nothing else? So, ok, choose the lamest, cheesiest topic and that's the only thing you can write about. I wish I could write something like "The Wall" by Jean-Paul Sartre or "In The Penal Colony" by Franz Kafka, but I don't think she'd "get" it, as it were. Like, I want to do a flow-of-consciousness type of story, but she'd probably take points off for grammar or something. I mean, hello, one of the most famous books of all time: "On The Road"? Or anything by William S. Burroughs or Hubert Selby, Jr.? But nooo. 

And worse yet, it's a contest. Whoever writes the best story doesn't have to take the end-of-semester final, you just get an automatic 100. So ordinarily I'd write whatever the hell I want, but hey, who doesn't want to get an easy 100? So here I am, just bitching about things I can't control, as usual. 

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This has been. The greatest week. Of my life.
President Barack Obama...it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

I'm not going to go into detail about how historic this election has been (you can turn on any news show for that), and how ecstatic I am (read my other entries to surmise that). I have one thing alone to say:

YAY.

Todayy! Finally! I swear to God, I have been waiting for nearly a year, and here it is: election day. All the days I've spent reading political blogs, all the hours spent watching CNN and Fox News (to be fair), wearing my Obama tee-shirt, going to the rallies (I went to another one yesteday yay!), debating with anyone who's willing to, volunteering - finally, finally, finally, it's election day. Some people say it doesn't matter, and some people are like, "Well, Obama's really not that special.", (somebody at my school literally tore my Obama bumper sticker off my car, like, what the hell.) and some people laugh at my being so into it, because I can't even vote - but it matter to me. It means a lot to me. I think it's the first exponentially important thing, important movement, that I've ever been apart of. I mean, the people who are saying it doesn't matter probably haven't lived with Bush as their president for half of their lives, eight fucking long years, like I have. The people who are saying Obama doesn't matter doesn't live in a fucking city that's lost hope in its citizens, lost hope in America a long time ago and is just now starting to get it back again. They haven't seen grown men who haven't voted in years waiting in a line for three hours just to cast their vote. They haven't been to a rally where old black men stand beside young white teenagers and lift their voices up together to celebrate just the possibility that Obama represents to them. And the people who laugh at me for being so involved, for giving my time to the cause even though I can't vote don't realize this: if I can convince one person to vote for Obama, I'll consider none of my time wasted. I'm involved because I believe it's my duty as an American to be a well-informed citizen. Even some of my peers who like McCain - whatever. At least they're getting involved and getting informed. We're the next generation - sure we can't vote now, but we'll be the ones voting next, and then next, and then next. We're the ones who will be running this country ten, twenty, thirty years down the road. My philosophy is the sooner the better. Sure I can't vote, but that doesn't mean I can't be involved.

But yes. There is my impassioned rant. I am so fucking excited and nervous. But I feel that even if Obama looses (unlikely at this point), he at least got people interested, and excited, and proud of their country. So that has to be something. It's one step in the right direction. I have to say that if McCain wins, I will be seriously worried. We can't afford to be hurtling off in the same direction we've been going in for the past eight years - IT HASN'T FUCKING WORKED. And, I'm sorry, but he is an old man. What happens if he dies? There is no way - NO WAY - Palin is ready to be president. No. Way. I am not even going to get into all the reasons why I think this is so, but rest assured it is an informed decision. I would much, much rather Biden be president than her, and of course, much rather than anything Obama be president. Because I love him. :]

Onnnn a less serious note, Rolling Stone sent me ANOTHER fucking mag, I don't know why. I thought I let my subscription out, but they keep sending me magazines. They are just so terrible, RS has really gone down the tube. I got a subscription to Spin instead. I've been meaning to for a long time, but I was in a bookstore the other day, and guess who I saw on the cover? MGMT! I knew my subscription decision couldn't wait another day. I fucking love MGMT. How cool is it that Spin put them on the cover? I mean, let's go back through some recent RS covers: Jonas Brothers. Zac Efron. A bad caricature of McCain. Old bands that have passed their peak (The Police, I believe?) I mean, come on. Let's put some fresh bands on the cover, let's talk about real music, let's get some good reviews! RS is so fucking biased and WAY too political for something that calls themselves a music magazine, and then their articles are either on an old band that was popular 25 years ago, or some new pop sensation. But Spin is really fucking cool, and I hope that my first issue comes soon. :D

Now, I leave you with the beauty that is the presidential election of 2008:
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Enjoy.

Ok so this new site thing is kind of wigging me out, I'm not even gonna lie. I apparently have to re-add all of my favorite bands or something? I am a tad confused here. And I'm not sure I like anyone being able to reply to my idiotic journal entries. By the way, sorry. I'm sorry some of you take the time to read these, seriously. Hahah.

So, nothing much happened. I got in a huge fight with my dad and we're...pretty much not speaking. He threatened to take my car away and I was just like, uh, no, I don't fucking think so. But whatever, I spent the entire day by myself, away from the house. I actually just got home. But yeah. I think I'm just gonna bop off and add my bands now.