I can smell the roses. (And see them too)

My favorite song at this very moment is "Fall for You" by Secondhand Serenade. I've got it on repeat while I'm laying on my bedroom floor, wondering if I should sleep, write a story, or do some homework. (It is 10:25 pm...) I tried watching the presidential debates, but only got through 20 minutes before my live stream screwed up (I was too lazy to go find a TV) and I got sick of stupidness. Obama did an alright job, I guess, though he wasn't anything stunning, and McCain...oh goodness. That man needs to take a lesson from my old AP US History teacher AT...FQ (Answer the...frikin question!!!!). He skirted around questions and he went off on some random topics vaguely related to what he was supposed to talk about (Kinda like his answer to the question about how many houses he has "Could I just mention to you, Jay, that in a moment of seriousness I spent five and a half years in a prison cell. I didn't have a house, I didn't have a kitchen table, I didn't have a table, I didn't have a chair." Poor you. Now, how many houses was that again?). I'm not a big fan of any of the presidential candidates this year, so I'm glad I can't vote because I wouldn't know where to go. Everyone seems so fake. I guess out of the two, Obama is better, but only slightly. He seems like an easier person to get along with, but that doesn't solve national crises. And don't get me started on Palin. She made some comments in an interview yesterday the left everyone thinking "wth is she talking about???" Just because she can see Russia from Alaska and because Putin flies over Alaska when he comes to the US doesn't make her good at foreign policy. Government depresses me. I need to hurry up and get elected president so I can fix stuff.

I'm feeling particularly in tune with my artist nature tonight. I spent over an hour taking pictures of the roses I got for homecoming and getting inspired to write a story revolving around roses. They're absolutely beautiful - seriously some of the prettiest roses I've ever seen. I think I'm going to cry when they eventually wilt. It's mind-blowing thinking about how something so perfect and beautiful can exist outside of my imagination. And they're in my room too, not in a far off place I see in pictures. Anything can be made beautiful in a picture, but looking at something dead on and being overwhelmed with awe is special. The natural world is an amazing place. If only people would take the time to, if I might, stop and smell the roses, take in some of the miracles. They won't last forever.

♥ j.j.