somewhere impossible, light still shines.
I didn't end up getting any sleep at all last night and I went to college so tired that my vision was swimming but it was totally worth it. I needed to witness history and I did, and I proud that I could be a part of it (not an even vaugely significant one, seeing as I'm not American... or even old enough but still, a tiny tiny tiny one) and then I spent the rest of the time before I left listening to Yes We Can over and over and crying some more. Then when I came into college Obama's acceptence speech was playing in the Canteen and everyone was just watching, I may or may not have teared up again.
Having said all of this though... you know what America? You confuse me. How can you do something so amazing, take such a step foward, move on from the past... only to fuck it up for yourselves this badly. Fuck you, California and Arizona you let your country down (well, not the people that voted NO because, I love you guys and I feel for you, I really do), and harshed on a lot of people's Election Squee. I've talked about this issues a million times before so I'm not going to repeat myself over again but Prop 8 makes me feel sick. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. NOT AT ALL.
On a non-politics realated note:
I started NaNo over again last night when I was waiting for more projections to come in and managed to write 3,000. I'm still ridicuously behind on the Target Wordcount but I'm doing a lot better than I was previously. I'm proud of myself.
Fireworks night! I'm like a little kid about this night guys. It's the only holiday/event type thing that I really enjoy and fireworks are just so damn pretty and make cool noises and bonfires (while I'm terrified of fire) smell wonderful and yay toffee apples!
*goes to take a nap*