With Apologies To Those Who Are Sick Of The Election. But, Man, Ukuleles.
To the three persons from my English Language course who came up to me on the train platform and allowed me to join their conversation: you won't see this, but I was feeling terribly lonely after the seminar, and you are the reason I wasn't in tears on my journey back from campus today. Thank you so much; you have no idea how much you helped me.
To America: I hope you have been voting for Obama. He plays the ukulele. And he's probably got some policies and things, but, seriously, you need a president who can play the ukulele. Don't deny it. (Everyone I passed today was discussing the election. Everyone. There's not nearly so much interest when it's time to elect a party for our country.)
To self: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BOOKED A PLACE AT A SUPERNATURAL CONVENTION. YOU ARE SUCH A DORK. AND IT'S GOING TO DRAG YOU UP TO BIRMINGHAM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR EXAMS. AND YOU FORGOT TO FILL IN YOUR ADDRESS, SO YOU MAY NOT EVEN GET THE CONFIRMATION LETTER WITH THE DETAILS YOU NEED. WAY TO GO. (I've e-mailed the guy in charge, so with any luck I have not ruined my chances of meeting wanttobeatree and sazzlette eeeeeeeeee. APPARENTLY THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME ACTORS OR SOMETHING TOO, BUT wanttobeatree AND sazzlette ARE THE IMPORTANT PART.)
To everyone on my flist: ahahaha, I love that you're all falling for High School Musical. (Pretty much all of the posts on my friendspage lately have been about either High School Musical or the American election. I FEEL A TRULY HORRIFYING CROSSOVER COMING ON.)
To America: I hope you have been voting for Obama. He plays the ukulele. And he's probably got some policies and things, but, seriously, you need a president who can play the ukulele. Don't deny it. (Everyone I passed today was discussing the election. Everyone. There's not nearly so much interest when it's time to elect a party for our country.)
To self: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BOOKED A PLACE AT A SUPERNATURAL CONVENTION. YOU ARE SUCH A DORK. AND IT'S GOING TO DRAG YOU UP TO BIRMINGHAM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR EXAMS. AND YOU FORGOT TO FILL IN YOUR ADDRESS, SO YOU MAY NOT EVEN GET THE CONFIRMATION LETTER WITH THE DETAILS YOU NEED. WAY TO GO. (I've e-mailed the guy in charge, so with any luck I have not ruined my chances of meeting wanttobeatree and sazzlette eeeeeeeeee. APPARENTLY THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME ACTORS OR SOMETHING TOO, BUT wanttobeatree AND sazzlette ARE THE IMPORTANT PART.)
To everyone on my flist: ahahaha, I love that you're all falling for High School Musical. (Pretty much all of the posts on my friendspage lately have been about either High School Musical or the American election. I FEEL A TRULY HORRIFYING CROSSOVER COMING ON.)