I've never been starstruck before. I see a lot of bands and a lot of "celebrities." In fact, the entire idea of it makes me ill. We're all just people. To watch the way "celebrities" are treated- ick. So what if they can sing or act or play ball? Tonight, I went to see Barack Obama speak. *sigh*
It was amazing. The energy in that room... I'm exhausted and I lost my voice, and I can't even rest right now. I felt the power of his words when I watched his speeches, but to see it in person... I had goosebumps.
My mind is running a mile a minute, and I couldn't even give one single quote that got me standing up, screaming, and clapping. It was quite a workout, almost like going to a Catholic church, minus the kneeling.
I didn't get home until after midnight- I had to go almost an hour away, Obama didn't speak until after 9, and it took over an hour to get out of the parking lot. I missed the deadline on my finals. It was worth it. I emailed my professors and told them that. If I miss a few points out of it, oh well. I think this affects my future even more.
My plans for this weekend are to go do anything I can for the campaign. I'll be knocking on doors or making phone calls, whatever it takes. I was going to do that anyway, but now... I might get a little pushy.
I wrote another blog about being an Obama supporter any way I can. I have been wearing only one shirt for the past... two weeks or so. It actually has been washed a few times. I of course wore it tonight, even though I spilled coffee down the front of me this morning. I didn't have enough other dirty clothes to constitute washing, so I wore my coffee-stained "got hope?" t-shirt. A commitment is a commitment, even if it's one I made to myself.
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