Politick
Yesterday marked Election Day. And even though my party did not fare well this cycle, I was glad to be a small part of the process by voting. In the days and weeks leading up to the election, I sensed that the Democrats were going to lose their majority in the House and possibly the Senate. Twenty-four hours later and the House is no longer theirs; however, they still have control of the upper chamber (though it can argued that they may not be able to render the super-majority of sixty votes needed for key, hot-button legislation like immigration unless they get the support of moderate Republicans such as Olympia Snowe and Susan Collins. Hell, perhaps even John McCain, depending on the day). I feel dejected about what transpired yesterday, but I am choosing hope and optimism over fear and perpetual disenchantment. I am concerned and admittedly skeptical about the direction the next Congress will take, as some members have actually stated that they do not wish to compromise with President Obama on anything. I can't imagine any rational person finding this kind of obstructionism, especially at this level, acceptable. It's equally discouraging to hear these same politicians accuse the Democrats of the exact same thing. It isn't difficult to understand just why so very little gets accomplished in Washington. While it is tempting to play the pessimist like so many others and just assume that the government will continue its disadvantageous ways, what I think some fail to realize is that it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. So, while I am not certain that the 112th Congress will be as cooperative and prolific as it needs to be, I refuse to make any harrowing assumptions. But, I will have to make fun of John Boehner. A lot. Especially if he has another hissy fit on the House floor. ("Hell no you can't!")
Last night I went to see Bob Dylan with Sean, his sister Leah, and his mom downtown. I've not heard much of his music, so this was a virginal experience for me. Though I don't foresee myself becoming a huge fan of his, I was able to appreciate his talents and enjoy myself. After the concert, Sean and I went back to my apartment and talked for a while before he went home. I wanted him to stay, and I think he wanted to as well, but he didn't have his night insulin with him so he couldn't. I think I am seeing him tomorrow, though - I am so excited! Everytime I see him, I feel as though I've been jolted out of a long, dull sleep.
I used some vacation time and took today off. I spent a good deal of it studying but I did not mind, and here is why: 1.) it was sociology; 2.) I got to stay in my pajamas while doing so; and 3.) I had a bowl of Boo-Berry cereal and two bowls of Franken-Berry while reading about impression management and the looking-glass self in my pajamas. Huzzah!