Well That Didn't Work

THE ELECTION IN A NUTSHELL
College is beginning to feel a lot like high school. For example, I'm so bored in my classes that I've been writing many of my blog entries during classtime.

-Introduction to Systems of Justice-
We have a quiz each Tuesday on our reading. I read the wrong chapter. It's always something, right? Well, its not as bad as it could've been. Hopefully, years of watching Law & Order will pay off...hopefully.

Anyway...financial aid is still giving my family trouble about money...its like they're obsessed with it or something. : o ) My dad finally spoke to his accountant yesterday and sent the people here his tax returns. They said that was the only thing they wanted but, of course, that's not what they meant. What they meant was "we'll also need verification from the IRS that your tax information is legitimate." So, my dad called the IRS and they told him that the information he wanted would be ready in the next 8- 12 weeks. 8-12 weeks?!? Spring semester will have already started by then! My father and I are really trying to get the people down at financial aid to get their act together and cut through the red tape...I have priority registration for a reason. The rest of the student body will be able to register in 10 days and by that point, the whole this is moot anyway.

So...its election day. Should I finally leave the diary format and return to my commentaries? Hmmm...

Kerry: It doesn't matter who I am, let's just band together against common enemy and get Bush the hell out of office.
Bush: 9/11
Kerry: Bush failed to address numerous domestic problems during his term as President.
Bush: Iraq
Kerry: Bush killed Superman.
Bush: What?
Kerry: Don't forget, I fought in Vietnam.

And don't forget...(these are compliments of my friend, Sarah)
Edwards: I'm the son of a mill worker! And yet, look how young and cute I am.
Cheney: Grr..

Ok, so its not the best I could do, but that's all I'm up writing about politics today. I attend a university in the nation's capital, I've had enough intense political debates to last me for a while. It starts getting repetitive, really. After a point, you realize that you're having the same debates and arguments over and over, just with different people.

Alright...my classes are boring, but I still have to pass them...I must be off...
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