Once this week is over my life will be much better. All this schoolwork just decided to attack me at the same time, and I'm trying to get by. Every grade scares me.
Anyway, today I went to vote. It was all very stereotypical of Florida; there were hordes of senior citizens and there was blazing heat. I found it funny how they would all be talking in Spanish, and when they turned to talk to me (to ask me how old I was -_-) they go into English mode. I felt very out of place. There was this cool hippie middle-aged woman, and some guy who looked young, but besides that it was a sea of wrinkles ::cringe:: I've been facing a few of my fears this month, I donated blood and now I was stuck in a mob of old people.
It's really hard to tell who old people are voting for. They're all wearing the same types of clothes. My mind tells me they're all probably racist Cubans, but my heart tells me... they're racist Cubans who can perhaps make exceptions.
Also, in a very unfortunate turn of events, I lost my "McLAME" sticker which I bought for $4! I knew I should have stuck it somewhere earlier. Sigh, tragedy.
Green
Lantern
costume.
I.
MUST.
MAKE IT.