So this is going to be sappy liberal drabble. Ignore it if that sort of thing pisses you off :P

So. When the actual result came out I didn't want to make a huge fuss, since I was at a mini-party in Ray's room and there were a couple of disgruntled conservatives present. But I felt my heart soar over the news. I can scarcely believe it's true.

As I was walking back to my apartment, much later, I could feel the electricity of the future fizzling out of the landscape. My own excitement was bouncing off of the distant mountains and rocketing out in all directions and adding to all the charge that's already hovering, rising up above the dark windows and squat little rooves of desert homes. I can just feel it, the *newness* that has exploded from Tucson all the way to the streets of Seattle and the corners of Maine and in every square inch of America!

I know that nothing has really changed. Bush is still my president. And yet at the same time, everything has changed. Look at what the American people did, look what has been decided. I can't even...I'm just so proud.

On an impulse, I turned my camera on and belted "The Times They Are a Changin'"... Which, in retrospect, was really embarrassing since I had to keep glancing over at my computer to remember the words...plus, I'm sick as hell. So I don't think I'll upload it, but it felt *so good* to sing it, and to MEAN it--the words carry a special meaning again. For better or for worse, things ARE going to change. A lot. Holy crap.

On the downside, prop 102 passed, and last I checked California's prop 8 wasn't looking too good either. But I can't let it bring me down now, not tonight. Tonight is not the night.

PS. Bri, I'm thinking of you. :) I'm so proud of you, you know. I hope you're getting really effing drunk and celebrating like you really deserve to.

Just...sigh :) Sí, se puede.

Brrrrr...

It feels so much later than it is. It feels like it should be midnight. After work I went to the Canyon Café (to take advantage of their pastries-cost-25-cents-after-8 deal), and spent an hour or so sitting there reading The Man Who Deciphered Linear B, the required reading for my writing systems class. It's actually an absolutely amazing read--I was nearly late to Spanish class this morning since I sat on a bench and cracked it, and didn't think to look up for another 10 minutes.

The bike ride home from the café was like an exercise in freezing to death. There's a cold front moving through, and the desert loses its warmth with a vengeance at night. I thought I was going to shiver myself off my bike.
And yes, I know, I am and always have been a pussy when it comes to the cold. And yes, it's true, moving to Arizona has not uhm. Done anything to amend this weakness of mine. But honestly, it's 58 degrees and with the wind whipping at me as I was pushing probably 30mph on my bike (downhill +pedalling like a fiend trying to get the ordeal over with) to my poor little body that is still rather accustomed to 80 and 90 degree weather...IT'S REALLY COLD DAMMIT.
And as I was biking along Drachman, a truck slowed til it was keeping pace with me...I think it was just turning, but I was really freaked out for a moment because of all the shootings that have been happening around campus lately. (4 so far this semester, one this past week) ARGH. I hate drivers. I hate trucks, I hate nighttime...and I hate creepy men. And I hate the cold, and I hate biking at night! HATE. ...Okay, so normally I'm not this vindictive, but I am half frozen and in a rather sour mood.

Added to the BS is the maintenance staff here. I went to complain, one more time, about my lack of hot water...and the lady actually wrote up a work order while I watched. They couldn't do the maintenance yesterday, but the lady asked if it was okay if they came into my apartment this morning while I wasn't going to be there. I was, and still am, pretty not okay with that...but seeing as I'm never home and hello, having hot water is a pretty big priority, I decided I would tolerate the intrusion. I left a note for the maintenance man. When I got home, the light was on, and the note was no longer there. He obviously came. But--guess what. The water is still cold. So basically I feel like my privacy was violated for no reason, and I have to go complain AGAIN tomorrow.

On the bright side, I went and got my flu shot today. I got it despite being sick, which...idk, they warn you abuot, but I was also told that it only really matters if you're running a fever, which I don't think I am. Either way, it's something I no longer have to worry about, and me happy. <3

And then in aeronautics class the professor called me smart o.O; We were learning about the ramjet, which is a special technology that allows planes to achieve ridiculously high speeds because its turbine chambers have no moving compressors. Except that the diagram he showed us of it made it look like the intake was like, the chamber with a levitating mass of metal in the middle. I raised my hand and asked how they were connected. The professor said that there were little metal pylons bridging the gaps, but that makes like *no sense* to me, since in order to produce less drag than other forms of compressors, they'd have to have reeeeeeally tiny pylons, and those don't seem like they'd be secure to hold up to the crazy pressures at Mach...however fast it goes. So then I said, doesn't that create drag? And the professor got this kind of surprised look on his face, and was like, hey, look at you. Yes, it does create drag--you're a smart one. It seems pretty lofty praise for common sense, but it made me feel special anyway...especially coming from douche-teacher...heh ^^' He didn't exactly explain how they produce less drag than normal jet engines with the pylons, though.

Blah.
I wish that there were a day when I could *just sleep in*. I have racked up such a sleep deficit that I feel like what I really need, in order to be refreshed, is to just pass out and sleep for 12 hours. But there is literally no time in my current schedule where I can do that--not a single day. I can't even get a normal amount of sleep since I have so much stuff to do and it keeps piling higher and higher since I continue to be too exhausted to deal with it. Sigh. I should really stop complaining, I just kind of needed a catharsis.

Homework, here I come. :