So...I'm almost 31. Yep, seven more days. A lot years have gone by and I've refused to register to vote. Even though I had a million and one chances to while attending San Diego State University, lord only knows student activists hackled the crap out of me during my walks through the parking garage overpass, I always said NO.
I never felt like voting. I never had a desire to support a running candidate. I also could not define myself as a "Republican" or a "Democratic"...call me a fence sitter, whatever.
Seriously, I can honestly say I've been disenchanted with politics thus far in my life. Clinton and Bush. They both suck in their own way. I didn't see myself as a bad citizen for not voting.
The DNC, Denver National Convention...it's here right underneath my nose, I've been reading about it, bits and pieces here and there. This is the second time Denver has hosted this event. The first time, was exactly 100 hundred years ago in 1908. For Theodore Roosevelt.
I watched Barack Obama's speech, Thursday, I teared up a few times. I connected with what he said. He seemed real, passionate, and hungry for change. A phenomenal speaker I thought he was, unlike Bush (who i.m.o...sounds like an eighth grader when speaking always stumbling over himself, often using words out of context) I was moved and felt a spark to be involved in politics, as an American citizen. A spark I've never felt before.
I wanted to register to vote.
And proudly I did. Last night I got online, and registered as a Colorado resident for the first time.
I suppose it's obvious, who I'll be voting for in November.