InsaneJournal

Aaagh election. How the hell am I supposed to get to sleep tonight? It's like if Christmas was a huge test where your grade depends entirely on whether everyone else studied but talking about it results in looking either like a sad nerd obsessed with pet issues (in my case feminism and the environment) to those who don'tcare, or an ignorant moron to those who actually understand politics. I have cobbled together a small text document telling me who all I am voting for. I feel bad that I'm not really supporting third parties this year, but it's my first presidential election and I cried the last time when Bush got a second term, so I'm not sure I could live with myself voting for something crazily idealistic if Obama does not win. Even though I live in Illinois.

...um, if anyone else cares, I am frustrated that, in the little research I have done on this particular issue, neither candidate seems to be acknowledging the uselessness of clean coal to combat global warming, but at least Obama has considered environmental issues that are separate from (admittedly the most urgent environmental issue) global climate change and energy issues. In this particular case, I know most about how they have acted on issues of water qualilty, so if anyone wants a quick rundown that's more detailed and has more evidence than just "I prefer Obama's stances on this issue because McCain has got a hard-on for deregulation, and people are fundamentally well-meaning, hopeful, incompetent selfish ignorant assholes."

Tomorrow night I'll be rewriting a lab report on forest ecology and trying to hammer together a policy paper using my research on vermicomposting in local schools. And all the while I really want to just write Founders or superheroes or something. ...Okay, mostly I just want to write action and fighting or Sparky arguing.

Also, Halloween was AWESOME. Went trick-or-treating for Habitat for Humanity, raised $75 among three people, and yes. ...well, okay, the party we went to was crap, but my costume? AWESOME. Even though the premeds kept asking me why a mad scientist would have a gun. Fools. Eventually I will post pictures.

...At some point I may also describe my recurring Doctor Who themed nightmares about senior seminar. The last one was about visiting Torchwood London, and how I apparently can never have a working Oyster card, even in an overdramatic dream wherein members of my ecology class are brought back from the dead and Tiamat, having long been imprisoned inside some modern art, destroys large parts of London before the Doctor comes and saves us all. Ancient dragon-goddess of chaos is really sufficiently advanced alien bound to Earth? Yes. Undead obnoxious asshole premed classmate? Sure! Being able to use public transportation to visit museums in order to do vital interviews for my senior project? NOT IF YOU'RE ME. I'm so glad that in reality I chose to do the project on worms, and not whatever the hell I'm doing it on in that weird alternate universe of my dreams.

Okay. Yes. I should sleep, I have an environmental community service thing to do tomorrow. And voting, and laundry, and replies to emails about worms.

Oh my god how am I supposed to sleep how?

I just want to wake up and suddenly have the world's problems miraculously solved. No more dumbing down of scientific issues. No more shitty economy. No more people undeservedly suffering for situations they couldn't do anything about and no more pretending that it's their fault anyway because it's easier than doing something about it.

...so yes, basically I want to wake up in the impossible and unstable Dimension of Sunshine, Daisies, and Rainbows.

But instead I'm going to wake up and vote. Which, let's face it, won't help, but at least I'm doing something.