Toothpaste, Dems and <3s

I've been walking around with toothpaste in my hair all day. I feel like some sort of slob. It somehow attached this morning and I thought I got it out before I left home, though I have realized toothpaste would make a really good hairspray/wax/pomade type product.

Anyway, UT students are still in a tizzy because Hillary and Obama are going to debate on campus next week at the Rec Center. How lovely it's going to be for them to talk about the issues facing our country while inhaling fumes of body odor and tennis shoes. Only kidding...I'm sure UT will have everything spotless and perfect for their visit. The debate's being hosted by the UDems, CNN and Univision. It's private so most people won't be able to go unless they're important Austin elected officials or something. The Dems are holding a watch party but tickets are $50. As I mentioned, I will be interning. I am trying to pull some strings so I can at least cover the debate. I don't even know how difficult it's going to be for the stations to get press creds. I'm thinking that even if the stations are allowed at the debate it'll be some rule like only one reporter/photojournalist per station. Maybe I can appeal to someone at a higher level and convince them to let an intern come along.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. My mom and dad both sent me stuff in the mail, which I noticed when I came home this morning. My mom sent candy and a card and gift certificate to Chick-fil-A. Score! :) Except I found out today that it doesn't work at the location on campus. Oh well, free chicken from another location is still fantastic. My dad also sent a card and my voter registration information stuff. At the bottom of his Valentine's Day note he wrote, "Don't be a joker, go vote!" I feel a slight guilt for not sending my family cards this year, but I'm sure they'll live. I think I'll call instead. My dad isn't even in the country. Apart from my family Valentines I can be happy that I also have a Valentine here in Austin. I think 2008 can be a happy Valentine's year. 2006 was the worst ever and 2007 was just lacking anything real.

For now I have to continue my loads of school work while I run my hands through my toothpasted hair.