Why am the worst election helper ever? - And other election nonsense.

Ok so if you didn't already know there is an election on on Saturday. Of course if your not in Australia (or possibly New Zealand) then you probably wouldn't know, in that case welcome to the wonders of democracy.

I sound uber discontent right? Well strangely enough I actually love the democratic process. I mean I was more excited to vote then I was to go to the pub when I turned 18. Since then there has only really been one party for me, and it's not just because it's my favourite colour.



See my previous post for details of the Greens awesome superpowers!

Anyway back to my problems (they are clearly more important than the country's).

I have always seen myself as rather political but I am just not very good at it. I try to get involved every election and every time I end up depressed with a bunch of left over pamphlets that I haven't given out.

See I can' talk to strangers unless I'm drunk and well I don't think many people will pay attention to a drunk person slurring on about policy then announcing "shut up - this is my song" before breaking out into a terrible rendition of Miss independent by Kelly Clarkson. So I just hide in my cupboard with a doona and a book (which is pretty much how I solve every problem.

But this time I thought it would be different. I've grown up so much, I hardly ever hide in my cupboard... mainly because I don't have one anymore but i still hide in the corner of my room - not very often tho. I face up to most things and I am still doing uni. I didn't drop out or give up or anything.

It's time I thought - It's time for me to do something useful!



I am sick of waiting for the world to change --- almost as much as John Mayer (I'm also waiting for him to be less of a wanker but I am starting except that some things just aren't possible).

So I signed up to help out at a booth on election day. Only I was kind of late in getting back so I missed the training day and I forgot to change my address so they dropped all the stuff off at my old house. So now I don't really know what I'm supposed to do and I have no stuff. I know what I have to do but it's hard and part of me just wants to pretend its not happening.

So I am going to have to go to my old house. Hope that the new owners haven't thrown out all the stuff. Pick it up and apologise for not changing my address. Then I will have to try to convince my mother and my boyfriend to come with me on Saturday to hand out how to vote cards so that I don't get bullied by all the Liberal and Labor people who know what's going on.

I NEED TO DO THIS! Because otherwise the poor people at Erina south will have no Greens representation... How will they know how to vote or more importantly how to let all the other people standing outside the polling both know exactly how they are going to vote. This is beyond me and my petty problems. I must rise above my stupid mistakes for the sake of the party.

Gah, I don't think I can do it!

But I must... I feel like Luke Skywalker when Ben Kenobi's all like - "You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to Alderaan" and he's all like "Who said I was going to Alderaan?"

Stay tuned for - me lying in the corner with my doona reading True Blood.










But not before...

xx