08/10/2002 - 12:20 a.m.

The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail

So, I got a phone call from George Bush today. That would sound really pretentious and casual if it weren't for two things. First, I'm not a Republican, second, George Bush was on a recording. Somebody phoned me a recording of George Bush telling me to vote for the Republican party when I get my absentee ballot. Well, there's yet another problem there, I've never registered to vote.

I realise this is really something I should get around to as it's the one thing we're guaraunteed in this country (thank you Thoreau), but I've not done it. There's some specific bit of information on the form that I can't work out the answer to, so I've not done it yet.

Yes, my foremothers worked to get me the vote and now, fully within my rights as an American female, I'm sending all that hard work straight down the tubes. The problem is that that is the trend: our right to vote becomes our priviledge not to vote. Once we come to take advantage of something that we have, it is very easy to quit doing it. However, if Georgie turned up tomorrow and said there would be no more votes because no one was turning up to the ballot boxes, there would be public outcry. Peculiar how we work, isn't it?

I would be working on my speech, but it's long after dark, and I was getting scared doing it at ten.

Those pictures, all those sodding pictures, the only ones with anything on them were those I took in the SWT South Lobby (where Zelda hangs out) fifteen minutes before I took the film in for developing. I had about nine shots left and I thought, eh, whatever. I took the pictures, and sure enough, orbs. I could really kick myself sometimes.

I'm going to bed so that I don't end up taking a nap after Humanities tomorrow.