but they didn't give me a sticker...
I voted.
It was sort of anticlimactic. They had the old-fashioned voting machines where you pull a lever to cast your vote AND open the curtain, and the machine made scary post-apocalyptic grinding noises and didn't show me what it was doing. It made me feel like I hadn't voted at all. But of course, I did. Now I'm going to go to half an hour of english class and then off to canvas for ACT. Then back to watch the returns and by the end of the night, well... I have absolutely no idea what this world will look like.
* * *
This, I like:
"I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the general postoffice of human life."
Bloom in Circes (Ch. 15), which is 150 pages of script which can never be acted, overblown and nightmarish in so many intricately controlled ways.
It was sort of anticlimactic. They had the old-fashioned voting machines where you pull a lever to cast your vote AND open the curtain, and the machine made scary post-apocalyptic grinding noises and didn't show me what it was doing. It made me feel like I hadn't voted at all. But of course, I did. Now I'm going to go to half an hour of english class and then off to canvas for ACT. Then back to watch the returns and by the end of the night, well... I have absolutely no idea what this world will look like.
* * *
This, I like:
"I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the general postoffice of human life."
Bloom in Circes (Ch. 15), which is 150 pages of script which can never be acted, overblown and nightmarish in so many intricately controlled ways.