field study

+ the polls closed, after three days and six months, and nothing really changed. nothing was different. i walked down the hallway to the ASB and started taking down posters. so did the other guys - students were walking past, as they had for the past three days, but everything was different now.

i tried to kid myself that i was so numb all over from the end of it all, the end of the year, that i couldn't feel anything anymore, either way the vote went. i told everyone to stop speculating, not to read too much into preliminary results, don't get excited. IT IS MATHEMATICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR US TO LOSE NOW. but wait, wait... and i miss the moment, everyone else realises what happened first, but there you go.

i had a speech to lose with, but nothing for a win. we won, so i gave my losing speech anyway, and it worked because we were all so happy. there's more to say, but not really. it's outwardly the most important thing we did this year, the apex, but i think other stuff mattered more, to me, maybe. this was vindication, though.

+ i worked myself out on the weekend by listening to 'the boys of summer' over and over again. also van halen, 'why can't this be love.' i made myself a modern rock mix and listened to it over and over again. def leppard's 'animal.'

and then grace jones, the extended mixes, louder and louder. i walked home from sam's yesterday and listened to grace jones the whole way down the drive.

+ i've noticed that i read canadian fiction, mostly short stories, and american non-fiction, mostly travelogues and politics. there's something to be explored here.