Hey y’all,

I feel like I haven’t posted in forever because I’ve been in high school hell (otherwise known as 4 AP’s and college applications). I’m pretty sad that we got no trick or treaters for Halloween in this new neighborhood and that I didn’t get to do anything for Halloween. So in the last few hours of October 31, 2012 I’ll give you my Tricks, Treats, and Good eats:


1. Halloween dressing in school

I consider myself a pretty laid back person and if you want to wear a risque Halloween costume in your own time, or with your boyfriend/girlfriend then do it. But in the past few years I’ve developed a huge problem with the lack of clothing most kids in my school (and from what I understand in schools across the country) think is okay to wear for Halloween. Listen, I realize that your crush might see you and be like “YES, now that I’ve seen so-and-so dressed as a scantily clad nurse, kitten, or public servant I SO want to date them” but chances are that probably won’t happen. What will happen is that all your teachers (you know those people who are writing your college recommendation letters) and other, non crush worthy classmates will see way more than they bargained for. There are plenty of costumes that cover enough skin, just wear one of those to school.

2. Hurricane Sandy

Although I do appreciate the day off from school, my prayers and thoughts are with all the people suffering from the storm right now. 

So grateful that my brother and everyone else I know in NYC is doing OK. Also, kind of wondering how this will effect the presidential election. I mean only one candidate wants to keep funding FEMA and was praised by members of the opposite party for his great and speedy reaction. 

3. Still adjusting to the new house

Blaaah, I miss my old house. My new room is always FREEZING and I liked knowing who my neighbors were, even if I wasn’t always huge fans of them. 

Also Sandy flooded the basement which does not give me great hopes for the stability of it. 



As of tonight I’ve officially turned in my early decision and early action applications (plus two regular decision apps)! While I’m so excited for college and next year, this process has been a pain in the ass and very, very nerve wracking. So happy to have some of it done!

2. FUN.

This weekend I get to go see FUN. which is one of my FAVORITE bands. I’ve loved them ever since one of my friends played Some Nights for me during gym class when we were walking around the track (I guess good things can occasionally happen in gym class…). Anyways, me and an awesome friend who is SO FUN. (HAHA, so many puns to make, so little time) to go to concerts with will be seeing them on Sunday at RIT. Also, one of their band members is dating my hero, Lena Dunham, so I’m hoping maybe she’ll trek up to upstate NY to see her sweetie play and then I can meet her. This is one of my worst fangirl moments so I’m going to stop while I’m ahead.

3. The Mindy Project

If you haven’t heard of Lena Dunham look her up (and then look up her Obama endorsement video–love, love, love!) and then while you’re googling away make sure you know who Mindy Kaling is too. Mindy and Lena are pretty much my spirit animals. But ANYWAYS, everyone should be watching The Mindy Project (TMP). TMP does a great job a mixing realistic girl problems with that romantic comedy spark. Check out their Halloween episode, it’s seriously great.

Also if you haven’t seen last weeks episode of Parks and Recreation stop reading now. Okay, have you stopped? I’m about to drop a spoiler: Ben and Leslie are engaged! Eeek! Seriously, I don’t know what it is about sitcom proposals but they are always so much better than drama proposals. You might want to stop me before I start acting out Chandler and Monica’s engagement. Okay, I’m done. 


Although I’ve been super stressed this week, the fall food has been VERY delicious. Thank god for pizza places that stay open during hurricanes. 

And one more last thing:

I will be starting NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) TOMORROW. For those of you who don’t know NaNoWriMo is a technological effort for as many writers to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. I tried it last year and was an epic failure but I’m hoping I can at least get to 25,000 words this year. Anyways, I’ll be using this blog as a way to discuss the process and I’m considering posting excerpts from the attempted novel so I can spice up textingatredlights with some much needed creative writing. 

Much love to all reading, xo. 


This is a great response to a horrible comment. Kudos to Mr. Stephens

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The following is a guest post in the form of an open letter from Special Olympics athlete and global messenger John Franklin Stephens to Ann Coulter after this tweet during last night’s Presidential debate.

Dear Ann Coulter,

Come on Ms. Coulter, you aren’t dumb and you aren’t shallow.  So why are you continually using a word like the R-word as an insult?

I’m a 30 year old man with Down syndrome who has struggled with the public’s perception that an intellectual disability means that I am dumb and shallow.  I am not either of those things, but I do process information more slowly than the rest of you.  In fact it has taken me all day to figure out how to respond to your use of the R-word last night.

I thought first of asking whether you meant to describe the President as someone who was bullied as a child…

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Since eighth grade, I (along with one of my beautiful best friends) have assistant directed and choreographed the 6th grade show at the middle school I attended. This weekend will be my fifth and final show. This is a little bittersweet. I’ve truly enjoyed the experience and have learned so much. But MAN 11 year olds can be ANNOYING. Two of the greatest lessons I’ve learned from doing this for the past five years: 1. I truly love theatre and want it to remain, in some way, a part of my life always (I would love to write plays someday or direct!) and 2. I never, ever want to be a middle school teacher. I think middle schoolers can be really awesome and I do enjoy babysitting kids of that age because they are relatable but 60-80 of them at once? Yikes. 

Doing this particular show is quite the wave of nostalgia because as a sort of tribute the director chose to do the same show I did in 6th grade: Once on this Island. I like the music in this show but the main character dies at the end and becomes a tree. Not sure how this became 6th grade appropriate but I’m rolling with it. Still, as I’m watching the final dress rehearsals from the light and sound booth (learning how to use the light and sound equipment is another plus of these 5 years) I can’t help but think back to when I was on that stage six years ago and what I was like. 

For the most part when I was in middle school, I didn’t really mind middle school because I thought that’s all there was. I was so fucking wrong. I maintain that high school has a lot of sucky parts but middle school sucked even more. Middle school is pretty much a holding pen where kids are nasty, sweaty, and smart asses (don’t worry, it’s because of the hormones, we were all like that). I realize that I still have so much left to do and experience but in the past 6 years I like to think I’ve learned a thing or two. So here is my 6 things I wish I could tell my 6th grade self: 

6. It’s okay to eat lunch

Another thing about 6th grade me: I was super skinny. I was also food obsessed. I counted calories religiously (adding up calories was probably the most math studying I ever did) and it was a rare occasion when I would consume more than 200 calories during the school day. Today I try to maintain a healthy and happy lifestyle and sometimes I don’t eat lunch at school now. However,  I don’t eat lunch at school only when I’m truly just not hungry. I wish 6th grade me would now that not being starving for a good 5 hours is not worth the one or two pounds it might keep off. 

5. You will not do well on every test; every test is not a reflection of who you are as a person

I used to cry over any grade in the 80’s. To me, below a 90 was just not acceptable. I didn’t understand that tests are not a win all type situation. I don’t think I’ve met a person yet in my very smart graduating class who  hasn’t flat out bombed at least one test. It’s almost a rite of passage. Tests are testing our knowledge of how well we’ve memorized certain words, information, or concepts. No matter how absolutely shitty I do on a test my parents will still love me, I’ll still have friends, the world will keep spinning, and I’ll still get to go to sleep in my amazingly comfortable bed at the end of the day. Also, I really wish I knew how much I’d love an 88 or 86 in AP Latin today. 

I should make a note that probably in 6 years I’ll be writing a similar post saying that what colleges I’m accepted to do not define me as a person. I know this now too but sometimes I forget. And by sometimes, I mean all the time. I’m working on it. 

4. Friendships take work

I don’t think this one needs a lot of explaining. As I’ve mentioned before I’m blessed with some pretty amazing family and friends in my life. However, only after some horrible friendship falling outs in middle school did I truly understand that friendships are like any other relationship, activity, or aspect in life: if you do not put in the effort than it’ll probably not work out.

In 8th grade health class we had to write letters to stick in other people’s folders for them to read during our senior year. One of my proudest moments this year was getting a phone call from one of my favorite people and very close friend. She was calling to tell me that I was only letter in her folder. I’m so glad that even in 8th grade I was able to put some effort and love into our friendship and it is still going strong 5 years later. I suspect it will our whole lives. 

3. Just because it is trendy or expensive does not mean you should buy it, wear it, or that you have to like it

Today my wardrobe mainly consists of: thrift store jeans, lots of scarves, dangly earrings that average around 3 bucks each, long and/or baggy sweaters, and boots, and dresses I sometimes wear as dresses and sometimes wear as skirts

In 6th grade my wardrobe consisted of: Juicy Couture sweatsuits, Vera Bradley bags, North Face jackets, Aeropostale/Abercrombie/Hollister crap, and variations such as these

I wish I knew that it’s OKAY to develop your own personal style. In fact, people will respect you and know you for it. Do not be a walking advertisement. Also, my wardrobe is a lot cheaper now which means I have money to spend on really interesting cool things (and by that I mean gas, books, and more scarves….my definition of cool is not widely accepted). 

2. Teachers want you to succeed

This was a lesson that took me a long time even in high school to understand. I always kind of assumed that my teachers’ goals in life were to trick, test, or challenge me. It has only recently dawned on me that my success is their success. Asking teachers for help is really the only step it takes to get the ball rolling. Twice this year I’ve asked two of my teachers for opportunity to earn points back on tests that did not go great and twice they’ve obliged. That’s pretty neat. 

1.5 (I’m sneaking one more in there) Your parents know a lot more than you give them credit for

My parents are fucking awesome and very smart people. I should have listened when my mom told me not to sign up for AP Euro and when my dad tells me every night (including today) to go to bed earlier. However, this is being snuck in there because I do know this but I like to pretend I don’t sometimes. 

1. You are not better than everyone else. Get off your pedestal and deal with it.

I was not the kindest person in 6th grade. I rolled my eyes a lot and I said snippy, hurtful comments. And to everyone who was at all negatively impacted by these comments: I deeply apologize. I was talking to my dad today about another kid from my school and mentioned something about him. It then dawned on me that I was basing my statement off how he was in middle school even though I’ve talked to him many times since then. I would not want anyone judging me off my behavior from when I was 11 and I’ll do the same for everyone I meet at that age. 

Seriously though, I wish I could have gone back and shook 6th grade me until she learned some respect for other people. Alas, I can’t. So I try not to roll my eyes as often and I think before I speak. And hey, after 6 years I think that’s some nice progression. 

Okay, I know I still have a lot of learning to do and honestly, I’m predicting that I’ll look back at this post in a couple of years and laugh at how little I actually knew. But for today, it’s enough.

Oh and one last thing I’ve learned since 6th grade: I suck at singing. Like, I’m actually horrible. So I’ve stopped trying to be good at singing and started to focus on trying to be good at other things. And now, I just rock out as loud (and as bad) as I want in my car.

If you know me in real life then hit me up and come see the 6th grade show this weekend! I’ll give you the info!

Otherwise follow me on twitter: @abbyrosej

As always, I appreciate comments or shares of this link! 

I was hoping to get at least two posts in during this long weekend but moving and all that goes with it has taken up a lot more time than I thought it would. For those of you who don’t know or haven’t gleaned it from my other blog posts, this Friday I moved from my old home for the past seventeen years to the home that I will live in for one  year before leaving for college. 

As far as the move goes I haven’t been the most mature or willing person involved. And so far a lot of moving has sucked. But, I try to be unbiased so here is my pros and cons list regarding my move (and a little bit about moving in general). 


1. My new bathroom

Holy shit, my new bathroom is beautiful. I’m actually a little in love. Basically this bathroom is huge and very nice. But my favorite part about it is the little nook on the end where if I was in a french film or a modern Jane Eyre I would sit on in a silk bathrobe and brush my long hair. If only, right? 

2. My new blogger’s view

I’m currently sitting on one of my favorite chairs (for reasons I’m not entirely sure why in our family it is called the Leopold Chair…I’m pretty proud of the fact that my family names our furniture) which  my mom was nice enough to let me put it in my new room. The chair is in a corner and right next to it I can look at my window and I’m currently watching a great sun set. I’m going to try to add a picture in this post. 

3. The realization that your friends freaking rock

Okay, I already knew my friends were amazing. But seriously, every single one was so incredibly sweet and supportive this weekend (much of that meant that they offered to binge eat with me but still that sometimes will make anyone feel better). One of my incredibly, artistic friends made me a beautiful collage that reads “Home is only where the story begins.” My mom teared up when she saw it (I guess we know which side of the family the irrational crying comes from). Another friend brought me a bitching pink lava lamp night light which I’m very excited to break in tonight. Another took me out for lunch and all have been so supportive in listening to me bitch. So incredible amounts of love and hugs to all. 

4. The amount of Gossip Girl I’ve allowed myself to guilt free watch this weekend

I stopped watching Gossip Girl about two years ago but for some reason I really needed some Upper East Side trash to get me through the amount of boxes that were piling up in my room. Chuck and Blair drama has kept me sitting in my chair and starring at a tv screen but watching Netflix is the best way to christen a new room, right? Also, I’m this close to watching the Kate and William royal marriage lifetime film for the third time so that shows the kind of emotional duress I’ve been under. 


1. The unpacking

Seriously, I never realized I had so many shitty books until now. I actually found two different Twilight series novels. I do admit that I read all four books when I was fourteen and then realized that these books basically encourage sexism, domestic violence, and kids biting one another. So, why are they still taking space up in my boxes, my room, and my life? I’m not sure. 

2. My Internet being down for half of today

Ugh, I was hoping to write this blog post earlier today but alas…

3. My quality of sleep

I’ve never been a particularly good sleeper in new places and it took me almost my full two weeks at Kenyon College to get used to sleeping there. This new place isn’t exactly making my heart, mind, and body at ease but I’m hoping in time it will. 

4. The fact that I’ve really gotten not a whole lot done this weekend school wise and will now not be getting good sleep tonight for that reason

Oy, four day weekends are so bittersweet. It feels like you have so much time and yet Monday night is here and I’ve done some but not as much as I was supposed to get done. I have an AP lit essay to revise about Anna Karenina who is really starting to annoy me and a new AP lit essay to write about my personal moment (see previous blog post). At least I finally thought of an idea for that but I’m not exactly sure how I want to put it together. Hoping to post it on here when I’m done so I can share one of my first pieces of creative fiction writing with y’all

And one last thing: today is Columbus Day which should mean to anyone who has had more than a middle school history level of teaching that it’s really Christopher Columbus who killed and enslaved all the Native Americans. Don’t get me wrong I love and appreciate the day off in all kinds of ways but I’m thinking it’s time for a new name. Americans can’t be that naive. And besides, there are so many incredible people who don’t get a day named after them. If you have a suggestion on who should replace Columbus for a beloved day off from school please comment below. I’m thinking my vote would have to be for an author or poet 🙂 

And one last last thing: follow me on twitter, @abbyrosej


This is an extended piece from one of the supplements from a college I applied to:

I’ve been having trouble with an AP literature assignment. The assignment is to take a moment, fictionalized or one of truth, and magnify it. Leave no rock unturned and let no piece of dialogue not ring out  biting realism. Take the moment and squeeze it until there is nothing the reader does not know about that one moment. 

I thought this assignment would be easy, fun even. But instead, for the past two days whenever I try to think about it, all I can imagine is a woman in a black turtleneck sitting alone in a restaurant sipping red wine. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!

I’m starting to believe that moments shouldn’t be what I pay attention to because moments are just byproducts of lives, of living. Those two star crossed lovers that were finally able to kiss? That kiss does not tell their whole story. If it did then entire novels would be pointless except for one page. That kiss is a product of flirtation, of fights, of sweat, of hard glances across a room, of passion. Moments are just snapshots, not the whole album. If one moment can define who I am or where I go in life, well then I’m screwed. 

I mess up in moments. I roll my eyes too quickly, eat too much, swear too much. I judge and insult and complain. And my mother will tell you it just takes moments for my entire room to become messed up. In moments I can be insecure and say things without thinking.

I do good in moments. Moments are when I reach out, bring a cupcake in for that friend who is struggling (because I believe that sugar can cure all), ask to read someone’s work and really read it for them, work hard in my job (don’t check my phone during my job), and study because I care about learning as much as I care about the grade on the paper. If I stretched those good moments out I could pretend they made an angel but magnifying those moments would do no good because I’m certainly no angel. 

As a writer, I suppose it may be my job to find a moment that encompasses a character for who they really are. To fit all the good and bad and ugly and pretty and sour and sweet into ten lines of dialogue, a setting description, and (if I’m feeling ambitious) a sprinkle of symbolism. But look how long it takes a reader to judge Gatsby, Snape, or Anna. A moment just wouldn’t do. 

Maybe, it’s because I’ve always loved epic novels that span lifetimes or television shows that go on for seasons and seasons. Maybe, I’m just greedy and that I think I’ll never get to know a character unless I spend a certain amount of time with them. But if I told you I was just greedy in this moment would you go on thinking for the rest of your life that I was that: just greedy? Would that be fair to me? Would it be fair to you?

I wonder if I’m misinterpreting the assignment. And maybe I am because two years ago in creative writing there was the same assignment and I complied without hesitation. Or maybe, as a senior in high school I see my whole life spread out in front of me and I’m no longer willing to accept just a moment. One taste won’t do. I don’t want to check or call, I want to go all in. 

If you have any ideas for my assignment, or moments in your life that you think should be magnified please comment!

Before we take this blogger/ blog reader relationship any further there is something you should know about me: I cry a lot. Luckily (because I enjoy not generally making people uncomfortable or annoyed) the large majority of my crying is at the movies, while reading books, or watching television shows which I think are some of the more socially acceptable forums to cry in (others include weddings, funerals, and right before AP exams). 

I can’t help it but sometimes there are just a couple of words or the right music is playing and all of a sudden I’m a freaking mess. Honestly, I’m surprised my friends still watch agree to watch movies with me because more often than not they end up having to take care of me for the rest of the night (I also happen to have some pretty amazing friends). 

I started thinking about this whole thing yesterday when I was at the movie “Won’t Back Down” with one of my above mentioned amazing friends who agreed to see this movie with me. I wanted to see this movie for two reasons. The first being that Maggie Gyllenhaal was in it and Maggie and I have a special bond, mainly because a lot of people have told me how much I look like her and I really enjoy having my looks compared to a celebrity. The second being that I really, really like movies about failing school systems that get turned around and there is inspirational music and my heart just glows. So, anyways I dragged said friend to it (although she was a very good sport especially since about two years ago I made her see Country Strong because I used to secretly and now openly embrace country music but Country Strong was just an absolute and utter train wreck). And while I did indeed cry at the end it was not as bad as some of my other crying occasions. And since, I’m already 99% sure a large amount of this coming week will be me sobbing my eyes out because this Thursday is when I’ll be moving out of the only home I’ve ever known because my parents thought uprooting their child in her senior year was fun or something (okay, that’s not true but I’ve decided that I’m okay with being an all around immature person regarding this move) I decided to chronicle the top 10 biggest crying moments at movies, books, or television. So if you ever want to have a good cry here is where to turn:

10. The episode of “Glee” where Will proposes to Emma 

Something else you should know about me: I unapologetically watch a ton of television and some of it is very very bad. Some of my favorite “bad” television shows that are actually quite awesome include Glee, The Glee Project, Dance Moms, Private Practice and Cougar Town. Cougar Town is one of the best shows on tv and if you haven’t watched it then don’t criticize me and also go watch an episode. 

Anyways, this particular episode aired some time at the end of my junior year and even though I love-hate Glee most of the time and just hate-hate Will Schuester (I actually started to laugh when Will cried in one episode which makes me seem really evil but Will is just the worst) I do love proposals. And something about everyone in the Glee club rallying around Will to help him propose to nutty Emma seemed really sweet. Plus, some of the Glee club members have really nice voices. But anyways, I start to cry pretty hard as I’m watching and around the same time my brother wanders into the room (one of the reasons I should always watch television in the privacy of my bedroom) and mocked me for crying at Glee which was kind of deserved but I cried harder then. 

(also if anyone could tell my future husband that if he could propose while a glee club sings me Your Song by Elton John I’ll pretty much melt)

9. The episode of Private Practice where Amelia gives birth to her baby with no brain

Okay, parts of this episode weren’t even sad but I just sobbed through the entire thing because Amelia was so mean and sad and I also watched it really late at night which means that no matter how stupid it is I’ll probably cry a whole bunch. Which leads me to number 8….

8. The trailer of Wild Child

It was two in the morning and for some reason I was watching the trailer for Wild Child starring the ever annoying Emma Roberts and she was talking about her dead mom and there was some definite tearing up on my part. That’s when I knew I needed sleep. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0bRZkXQAhE okay, just rewatched the trailer and it’s so stupid looking. No tears this time:)

7. The Mother Daughter Book Club book 4

The Mother Daughter Book club is a series I discovered in 7th grade when it was appropriate level reading for me but I kept reading the books in the series as they kept coming out and now I’m a senior in high school still reading them because I liked the characters. About a year and a half ago the book that came out was called “Pies & Prejudice” (all the titles are parodies off actual famous titles which I’m not entirely sure the age demographic the books are for would understand but whatever) and in it, the grandmotherly ice skating coach, Eva, dies out of freaking nowhere. And then Cassidy does this ice dance in her honor and it’s super beautiful so I’m sobbing again. Moral of the story here though is if you ever want a book series that is probably below your reading level but entertaining and heart warming and makes you want to live in Concord I highly recommend the Mother Daughter Book Club.

6. Hunger Games (movie and books)

I cried throughout the trilogy especially whenever Gale did something awesome because Gale is clearly the better than Peeta, although the last scene in Mockingjay where Katniss is talking about her life with Peeta made me pretty teary anyways. But both in the book and in the movie the most I cried was when Rue died. It was just sad and beautiful. However, in the movie with the combination of Jennifer Lawerence building her flowers around Rue and Rue’s district rioting after Katniss’s salute to them and them realizing they had enough I was an absolute mess. One of my friends watching the movie actually just started to watch me shake and sob because she said I was more entertaining than the movie. 

5. Every episode of Grey’s Anatomy pretty much ever

Grey’s Anatomy became my entire life for a good portion of sophomore year. I still worship it but the only difference is I’m now able to carry on a conversation without somehow referencing Grey’s. And I’m pretty sure Shonda Rhimes experiences some sort of high every time someone cries at one of her episodes. Some highlights of my Grey’s Anatomy 2 year sobfest include:

-The “Pick me, choose me, love me” speech….c’mon, it’s a grey’s classic

-Denny and Izzy and everything involving them besides the ghost sex…that was just bizarre 

-George dying….when he wrote 007 onto Meredith’s palm the look of realization on Ellen Pompeo’s face was as close to Emmy worthy as she ever got

-Karev and Izzy’s wedding

-The hospital shooting…can we all just agree that that was horrific?

-When the documentary crew shoots the hospital crew, especially the moments with Karev 

-Callie and Arizona’s wedding/when Arizona talks about her dead brother in that episode

-Mark and Lexie dying. That’s just rude, Shonda.

4. The video of Taylor Swift singing “Ronan”

Holy. Just listen to the song (or better yet watch the video of her performing it ) and you’ll understand. 

3. Blood Diamond

The same friend who I dragged to Won’t Back Down introduced this to me because she recognizes quality in movies a lot easier than I do (y’all I consider Troy one of my favorite movies if that gives you any clue). But this movie was smart, interesting, beautiful, tragic in both the romantic and the utterly realistic way, and just lovely in some of the best and worst ways. Also I really, really like Leonardo DiCaprio and him dying (shout out to Titanic which I also cried buckets at but so does everyone) was done brilliantly and Jennifer Connelly talking to him over the phone was when I started to lose it. But when Jennifer’s character Maddy got Solomon Vandy and his family home and they started to change things in England, oh my god I became catatonic. Blood Diamond is an excellent movie is really my point here.

2. John Green’s Books (In particular “The Fault in Our Stars” and “Looking for Alaska”)

I first read The Fault in Our Stars on a train to visit my brother in New York City and cried so hard at the ending that the person sitting next to me got up and moved.

Looking for Alaska I couldn’t read at night because I knew that with me being tired and reading it I actually probably wouldn’t be able to function. 

I would say more but I don’t want to ruin these two excellent books for you. Go read them, now. 

1. The episode of Parenthood where Kristina finds out she has breast cancer

Parenthood is this really amazing show that gets me so excited to have kids, fall in love, work, and just be with my family. But in one of their most recent episodes Kristina, who has already had her share of troubles, was revealed to have breast cancer and those bitch/amazing writers at Parenthood did in the most painful way. There was no dialogue but simply music as Kristina found out and then when she went to meet her family the music still just played and she smiles at her husband but he can see something in that smile is wrong and the reason I know this got to me so much is because I actually started to cry just talking to someone about it (at which point they started to laugh at me). I can’t find the clip on youtube but if someone can, send it to me or comment with it so you all can see what I’m talking about. 

Anyone who knows me well enough or anyone that is friends with me on facebook knows I like politics. I know, I know it’s super uncool to like politics and I’m pretty sure some people consider it a sin to post their political opinion on Facebook. Honestly, I’d rather see someone post their political opinion over one of their weird, overly personal, why doesn’t he/she love me anymore statuses any day. 

I’m a liberal (I took a test during AP Gov to prove it) and I’m pretty much in love with the entire Obama family. I one hundred percent support Barack Obama for reelection this November. But I’m seventeen which means I can’t vote. I desperately want to in this upcoming election because I feel as if so much for me, as a woman, a student, and an American, is at stake. This summer I was at a street festival with one of my closest friends, who happens to be on the exact opposite side of the political spectrum as me, and a woman working a voter registration booth asked if we were registered to vote. Without even thinking both of us called back, “I wish!” After laughing at our duplicate answers I quickly explained to the woman that our age was holding us back and she nodded politely and moved on to try to register someone eighteen or over. 

The sad part about this is that the woman had to stand out there at all because she knew, as many of us do that not everyone eligible to vote in the United States is registered. There are many fucked up, no good, shitty things that happen all over in the world and all over this country today but one of the beautiful things is that we do live in a democracy. And not everybody is lucky enough to have the right to elect their leaders. Shame on anybody who isn’t registered to vote today. Shame on anybody who is registered but isn’t voting. Whoever is elected president in November can change the way you live and the way your neighbors live. I have no sympathy for those who complain about their lives in the political realm when they just don’t vote. You have a say. You have a voice. Fucking let it be heard. 

There is nothing more sad than someone who can have a say simply forfeiting it because they don’t like the options. I don’t care if you vote for the creepy dentist wizard guy with a pony. Hell, I don’t even care if you vote for Mitt Romney. Just vote.