Scooters, Vacation, Fall

My mom just stepped out to go babysit. It's 7:20 pm. She won't be back until around 11. She got home from tutoring someone an hour and a half ago. She picked me up from school after working at her day job just 4 hours ago.
And the Young Republican's club continues to insist that poverty is a choice, and that under McCain's plan people will have to work for their money and success, as if now everything is handed to them.
That statement makes me so so angry. In fact, it makes me want to throw my mother up on a stage and have her talk about the three different jobs she she takes on daily, just to support herself and me.
Tomorrow will hopefully be a relief.

I just got a text about a no on prop 8 protest on Hillcrest and Lynn right now. I love! For the hundredth time, I WISH I COULD DRIVE.

Also, I need to stop wasting time on, well, boys. Well, boy. Stopping. Well, trying to stop.
Also also, I need to start up writing again. I decided to write a sequel to The Great Gatsby. Ppfft, we'll see how that goes.
I'm sure there will be a ridiculous amount of blogs and bulletins up tomorrow.
Until then.