phew!
watching the voting process really takes a lot out of you. I remember the first time i actually cared about the election. I was in 5th grade, and Mr. Quinlin had us color in the states that went democratic or republican. so i had to watch the whole thing and color in the states....but i forgot and fell asleep. so i tried to color it in last minute, but i got it wrong because i cheated.
that's funny...this story was supposed to be nice and sweet about election and good memories, and then it turned out that i was a fuck up t hen too.
i really hope kerry wins. i can't convey just how scared i am of the direction the country is headed in. i don't want to go to war. i don't know anything about war, nor do i care to. no draft! i swear i will move to canada, don't tempt me. it really has everything i want anyway. funny accents, maple syrup, unlocked doors, being neutral, health insurance, no draft, and pot. not to mention gambling.
fuck i'm tired. i got up at 7 and i didn't fall asleep til like 1. 6 hours isn't very many for me, so i'm all tired and shit.
and last night when we got home from shopping there was a message from aunt rita that grandma went back into the emergency room. the whole situation is so sad to me. and i know that's not the right way to look at it because she lived a good life and all. but it makes me so sad that she doesn't remember me, and she doesn't remember where she is. i can't imagine how that must feel. or maybe she doesn't feel any different. i mean, when peol remind her that she lives there and she isn't going home to her husband, she just says, oh ok. i think that if that happened to me i would freak out. but then again, i freak out about a lot of stuff. i just want to make sure that she isn't suffering at all. when she goes i want it to be quick and painless beause she is too sweet of a lady to deserve that.
tomorrow is my psudo anniversary with charlie. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i think it's going to be weird, even though i promised it wouldn't be. i don't know how to make it not weird. i just want us to be happy again, and i want him to be the man i deserve, and i want my grandma to be at peace, and most of all i want the country at peace. is that too much to ask on a cold windy tuesday?
all i know is that i don't know
all i know is that i don't know nothing.
that's funny...this story was supposed to be nice and sweet about election and good memories, and then it turned out that i was a fuck up t hen too.
i really hope kerry wins. i can't convey just how scared i am of the direction the country is headed in. i don't want to go to war. i don't know anything about war, nor do i care to. no draft! i swear i will move to canada, don't tempt me. it really has everything i want anyway. funny accents, maple syrup, unlocked doors, being neutral, health insurance, no draft, and pot. not to mention gambling.
fuck i'm tired. i got up at 7 and i didn't fall asleep til like 1. 6 hours isn't very many for me, so i'm all tired and shit.
and last night when we got home from shopping there was a message from aunt rita that grandma went back into the emergency room. the whole situation is so sad to me. and i know that's not the right way to look at it because she lived a good life and all. but it makes me so sad that she doesn't remember me, and she doesn't remember where she is. i can't imagine how that must feel. or maybe she doesn't feel any different. i mean, when peol remind her that she lives there and she isn't going home to her husband, she just says, oh ok. i think that if that happened to me i would freak out. but then again, i freak out about a lot of stuff. i just want to make sure that she isn't suffering at all. when she goes i want it to be quick and painless beause she is too sweet of a lady to deserve that.
tomorrow is my psudo anniversary with charlie. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i think it's going to be weird, even though i promised it wouldn't be. i don't know how to make it not weird. i just want us to be happy again, and i want him to be the man i deserve, and i want my grandma to be at peace, and most of all i want the country at peace. is that too much to ask on a cold windy tuesday?
all i know is that i don't know
all i know is that i don't know nothing.