Halloween and Election Day

I did not stay in or go see a movie on Halloween. It was pointless saying so, I knew I'd eventually be dragged out. So I put on some cute cowgirl outfit and we were off to a club called Frankenstein's (quite appropriate, I know) for some food, drink and dancing. Then we went to a goth and rock club where I stood out to the max called Opium (£1 drinks!!) for the rest of the night. A fantastic time was had by all and climaxed in a hilariously Scottish singing of The Sweater Song by Weezer in the middle of Cowgate by Lucy's boyfriend Sean. *I have a re-enactment of this on video from our flat later that night*

But, now on to more important things... I did, in fact, stay up the entire night watching election coverage. It is amazing the coverage you get over here on the American election. I went to a newspaper shop which housed all major international papers (Le Monde, El Pais, Die Zeit, etc.) and every one's main headline was Bush vs. Kerry yesterday. The BBC had coverage all night and I was there, on the floor of my flat with a blanket, a pillow and the pink special pillow Tash's mom sent me (named 'Gretchen') nervous as all hell. Three cheers for Pennsylvania though - that made me proud. But this ultimate shit, with knowing that Bush won but not being entirely certain, is a complete pain. How did it all go wrong? Philadelphia county was brilliant - 80% Kerry, but Lancaster County was quite disappointing - 66% Bush. But we all knew it would happen. It's weird though, people over here cannot even understand why people would vote for Bush. They see him in an entirely different light. He's a war-mad idiot, not the protector of America. I think that's how many Kerry supporters also see Bush, but it's hard to explain how Bush supporters view Bush to a foreigner (most confusing sentence ever). I don't know. I went to bed at 8 AM and woke up at 3 PM - my mind is not in a clear state. I have a Scottish history due on Monday and all I want to do is mourn for the future of our country. Maybe this is karma. We didn't protest enough against the war in Iraq and now we're getting punished for it. Like, we have to finish what we started and with all the same material. No fresh start for America, no way. We've got to push it through to the end with a fucking asshole at the healm of our ship. Now I don't even know what I am saying. I'm just upset. Aren't we all? A lot of us knew that Bush would win, but still wanted to hold on to the teeny bit of hope. It's gone now and I have a dreadful feeling about the whole thing.