Voting
I voted about fifteen minutes ago. I took a picture of myself with the "I Voted" sticker on my forehead. I'd be writing ten minutes ago if it wasn't for my attempt to put the sticker on my cat and take a picture of her, too. Note: there is no and will never be a picture of the cat with a sticker on it -- so says the cat.
Anyway, I am way too excited about being able to vote today. I shouldn't be, but I am. It's not because I am hoping that my vote will change the world. Or that my choice in candidate is actually going to be able to fix everything that the last President fucked up. I'm just glad I got to vote in this election.
You see, I have been unable to vote in the last one and the one before that and the one before that. I registered to vote (by filling out the proper registration card) four times in that time period and it still meant nothing to the board of elections. That is because my name comes with a "II" after it and the geniuses over at the board of elections have decided that I am my dad, which I'm not. After the last election that I was not allowed to vote in even after registering multiple times, I flipped out in blogland -- that would be on my old blog, which has been deleted. I also went straight to the board of elections and made certain that they put my registration in a different file than where my dad's registration card was put. I insisted on overseeing this task and was let back into the office area where no one except for board of election employees is allowed to go and I watched them do it.
And it worked. Because fifteen -- well twenty five minutes ago now -- I voted. And I didn't have to threaten to break anything to be allowed to do it.
Anyway, I am way too excited about being able to vote today. I shouldn't be, but I am. It's not because I am hoping that my vote will change the world. Or that my choice in candidate is actually going to be able to fix everything that the last President fucked up. I'm just glad I got to vote in this election.
You see, I have been unable to vote in the last one and the one before that and the one before that. I registered to vote (by filling out the proper registration card) four times in that time period and it still meant nothing to the board of elections. That is because my name comes with a "II" after it and the geniuses over at the board of elections have decided that I am my dad, which I'm not. After the last election that I was not allowed to vote in even after registering multiple times, I flipped out in blogland -- that would be on my old blog, which has been deleted. I also went straight to the board of elections and made certain that they put my registration in a different file than where my dad's registration card was put. I insisted on overseeing this task and was let back into the office area where no one except for board of election employees is allowed to go and I watched them do it.
And it worked. Because fifteen -- well twenty five minutes ago now -- I voted. And I didn't have to threaten to break anything to be allowed to do it.