Dazed and confoosed

location: Somewhere you'll never be.

mood: Thoughtful

music: Touch - Dave Grohl

Alright, so the presidential race is finally over. After an agonizing twenty months or so, it's over. And history was made. I suppose I can truthfully say that if I could've voted, I would've voted Obama. I looked up his stance on some of the issues and it's pretty much what I believed in as well. Also, I'd like to say that skin color had no effect on me this election. I didn't like him because he was black and I didn't dislike him because he was black. I think it's pathetic when you judge someone from the color of their skin. You need to know what they stand for and believe in. Sadly, there are many people who are racist and will be racist until the day they die. I suppose it isn't their fault, though. Racism is taught, it isn't given. If a parent teaches their kid that being different is wrong, the kid has no choice but to belive it. I guess that they could overcome that mindset if they wanted to, but they don't want to. Which is sad.

And also, if everyone thinks Obama is going to waltz in and save us all, they are wrong. One man cannot fix eight years of screwups. It's just not possible. And I don't blame Obama for that. I don't know how he will do, but I want to see. I think he has a lot of potential to be a great president if he stays true to his ideals and viewpoints. I feel sorry for him, though. He's been thrown into a chaotic mess and everyone wants him to fix it. And when he isn't able to, people will get angry. We just expect too much of people sometimes. And whilst we should have expectations, we shouldn't expect one man to save the nation. I don't care what anyone says, it's just not right.

Anyways, onto the lighter topic. There was a container of pancake batter in my fridge. I was craving something sweet and I mistook it for some sort of sugary vanilla concotion. Now, the batter wasn't full to the top, if it had been, I probably just would've poked a finger in for a taste. It was at the bottom, only about one-fourth of the way full. So, I swigged some. I got the container and took a small sip of it. I soon found out it wasn't vanilla. I wanted to spit it out, but that would attract all sorts of attention to myself, so I put the container back and swallowed the batter.

Truthfully, the taste of it wasn't that bad . . A modgepodge of thickness, coldness, and saltiness. It was odd. But, needless to say, all was well in the end.

And that, hopefully, is all that matters.