Monday, April 02, 2007
Confessions of candidate
It is 2AM on Monday morning, and I have decided to write a little something down on here. At first I figured The Dean was pulling a cruel joke by releasing our blog on April’s 1st, as his April fool’s joke to the world, only to remove it before the 2nd. Now that we have made it past the April 1st mark, I’ll loosen up and rant a little bit.
I just watched the video file from the, CMC 910-23 meeting where The Singing Press Secretary and myself both briefly spoke to the City Council. I found it funny that they let Dave speak in a straw hat and sunglasses, and am now wondering what kind of dress code there really is to address the council. I think this thought could turn into a nice future experiment, because really what does your outfit have to do with the ideas you want to express. Would it cheapen my words if I dressed as Super Mario to explain my feelings on an ordinance? Well there is only one way to find out.
My doctor prescribed me Zoloft this week, I havent taken it yet and am still thinking about it. Im not depressed in anyway, but occasionally do have bouts of insomnia and anxiety. I guess it will help, I have been having trouble sleeping for years and find it odd to think that a little pill is really going to solve my problems. To be honestly my sleep was alright, until a couple of months ago when I found out my “girlfriend” had another boyfriend and was playing both of us. It’s not that I sit up at night thinking about the situation and boo hoo’ing my little eyes out, but i guess that situation just got me thinking about a lot of the things going on in my life and the other unhealthy bullshit I would be better off without. I might just go ahead and take the Zoloft, if nothing else I can always play the sympathy route with chicks, or even better I could fake depressed, become ultra “artsy” and start hanging out at Sitwells and smoking two packs of clove cigarettes a day.
Today I went to a BBQ at a UC frat and was surprised to find out that a number of the guys want to sport campaign shirts and want to hang up some signs on their house. I have been lucky in the fact that most people have been receptive to the idea of this uphill campaign, now that doesn’t mean there hasn’t been a fair share of nay-sayers, but most people have been really receptive and helpful. When the idea of running for Council first started as a half-joke, even I didn’t believe it was a possibility, but as time goes on my confidence grows by the day. Without crossing the line of arrogance, I find myself asking, “why not?”
What do these guys have that I don’t? Money? Fuck money. What these arrogant puppets don’t realize is that money can also be used against a person. A larger number of Cincinnati voters belong to the “have-nots” rather than the “haves” and I am sure some bitterness can be rattled in the “have-nots” against those who have helped keep them down. Money may buy a lot of stuff, but it doesn’t make you a good person, and I plan to bring these demi-gods down to my level.
Well I am off to bed. Have a great night Cincinnati.
