you say you want a revolution

Guess who met Howard Dean this afternoon! I'll give you a hint.

Photograph by Sienna. It's times like these I wish I hadn't fucked up my digital camera beyond repair on that fateful day at Revere Beach, MA [okay, I haven't taken it to a camera repair shop yet, so the damage may well be reparable, but "beyond repair" sounds so much more dramatic]. And that I weren't wearing a large fuzzy sweater and standing at such an angle that my arm looks like a small tree trunk.

Yeah, that's right. I met Howard Dean! And I got his autograph on a Josh Shapiro sign. Which is when I realised that if I ever become famous, people will hate me because I'm too lazy to have a consistent signature. I just scribble randomly in a pattern that vaguely resembles my name, and it ends up different every time.

So I think he's officially the most famous politician I've met since I shook hands with Hillary Rodham Clinton. [If you collect Almeda trivia, there's one for your book. Most famous actor-cum-internet-celebrity I've met? Wil Wheaton. Scottish indie rock band? Idlewild.]

My favourite new PoFo recruit. He wears rose-tinted spectacles to school with a sign on his forehead that says "Bush's glasses."

But how did this Dean meeting come about?, you ask excitedly, eager for knowledge.

After school, Political Forum took a field trip to the Get Out The Vote Rally with State Rep. Candidate Josh Shapiro [his office is not far at all from our school]. After waiting approximately 1.5 hours, Dean finally showed up and gave his little speech. I yelled encouraging things like, "Yeah, How-ard!" in a voice I feel a certain person would have appreciated.

Ahh, yes, good times, good times.

This evening, KT and I reluctantly returned to our school for an informational session on working at the polls on Election Day, since we are going to be Minority Clerks [which pays $90, so it's almost worth it]. There were many, many old people, who were of course creaming their pants with delight at seeing young people getting involved in the political process. When they weren't busy asking useless questions about every even remotely possible problem they might come across on Election Day, that is.

Tomorrow Jon Fox [my dad made a "non Fox" spoof on the back of a Josh Shapiro sign that I took to the rally and garnered a lot of attention >D] will speak at our school as a follow up to Josh's Monday performance [we have to be fair and balanced, you see.]

Tomorrow is also the next episode of Lost, which I shall be watching at my darling friend Sienna's house, after we spend an hour studying for a gov test.

Somehow, I also have a physics test and calculus quiz on Thursday, so that will be too fun for words. That evening I'm going to hear Michael Moore speak, which, without sarcasm this time, is going to be totally hardcore.

I finally gave my first teacher all the necessary recommendation forms, envelopes, etc., so that was good [and it made Will Bruce feel better about being a slacker, since his mother told him all successful people had already finished their college applications]. Should be able to get the rest of the stuff to my guidance counselor tomorrow, which leaves only stuff I personally need to do [which means I can leave it off until the last minute], such as write crappy essays. On the bright side, by the end of this month, all this will be finished. Whoo.

PS: Go team Boston! [i.e., the Red Sox, for those of you not in the know]