Wahaha, funny trick. True story in that I will discuss our future president AND Ron Weasley. It's Blogger's fault that I can't choose where I want a photo to go in my post.
I'm not near as relieved as I thought I would be today. Honestly, I guess that deep-down I knew that America was smart. Although I did have quite the smile glued to my face as I biked to Corrado after hearing my future president speak. Anyway, I doubted it for so long, but we pulled through. Good job to all. Let's just not forget that the game isn't over yet. There's a long, long road.
And...not to be overlooked, one of the many political coversations I partook in post-announcement last night involved the fact that the electors in the electoral college don't actually vote for a while. And I read this morning that they aren't even required by federal law to vote in the way that their voters did. I smell a conspiracy.
Alas, on to Ron. It's been a Harry Potter kind of week. I spent quite a while planning for a Harry Potter party, carved his face into a pumpkin, actually hosted the Harry Potter party, wore my quidditch shirt, watched Prizoner of Azkaban, and watched part of The Goblet of Fire. After all of this, in a totally unrelated conversation, I had a revelation about my love of Ron Weasley. Everyone always asks why I love him so much when he is so whiny, and really, I don't love him because he's whiny. I love him for all of his other excellent qualities. Like his facial expression when he sees a spider. Anyway, further speculation led to the thought that one could look at Lacey and think that she is drawn to whininess in certain situations. That's kind of ridiculous, but factually true. I'm a weird creature.
This is another strange and crappy blog post. All apologies. And credits to Nirvana. Mainly, this is quantity, folks. Every day. Quality will maybe make an appearance at some point, but don't expect it always.
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