Obama 08'

I stepped outside my Mom's front door at 5:25. It was still dark outside but I wasn't afraid of the night. Simon taught me not to be afraid. He used to stay up all night drinking coffee and reading. Sometimes I would stay up with him and we would swing at some church or visit our beaver dam. A few times we sat on a dock staring up at the moon. When I arrived at the polling place this morning, Starr's Mill poll #13, the only people there were two elderly poll workers. They were surprised to see a voter so early. I was surprised that they were surprised. The poll opened at 7:00; I voted and walked out the door at 7:04. I was the first person to vote and I was proud.

Scheduled

I have exactly 15 minutes to write this and get how I feel across before my next class. My life is consumed by schedule. I always have somewhere to be or something that I am supposed to be doing. It is starting to wear me down. I am full and bored and tired of being tired. Sick of being sick. I want more time to myself. I want everyone to stand still around me until I get my life figured out; then they will be allowed to resume. These are some of the things I hate right now. I hate the library and the computers contained within it. I hate the color blue. I hate onions. And as always I hate money. I am going to my Mom's house tonight. That should be interesting...