At long last,

a new season of Oprah starts on Monday. I can't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy of who she's having on her show. Apprently winning Olympic medals insn't an easy task. I'd just like to know why Usain Bolt wasn't invited, I mean he is the fastest man in the world, but whatever, Oprah's still awesome.

I've never liked change,

but somehow, David Bowie ( and an assortment of politicians) seem to put me at ease. I'm not sure why, but they do.

I bought this today,

Not as any form of endorsement, but for future monetary value. History is being made and I want my great-grandchildren to cash in on it. I wish my grandparents had saved a Bobby Kennedy button, or a Nixon banner. It might help deflate some of the cost of my education. I must say though, I took a sip of the proverbial Obama kool-aide the other night, and it was good. His acceptance speech brought some mist to my eyes, I really did feel HOPEFUL after hearing it. The only thing that would make his speech even more spectacular would be if Obama led a chorus of I'll do anything from the hit musical OLIVER!

The race is getting crazy. The Republicans pulled out their ultimate trick, adding a woman to the ticket. Tricksey Republicans always stealing Hilary supporters. Its on now, and I'm watching.

The Science of Sleep

Stories of my sleepwalking habits have been the stuff of legend for over two decades. Among my family at least. Tales of a young Deonn climbing out of bed and walking into the living room- only to do a soft-shoe routine a-la Shirley Temple, on top of the coffee table- can be gleefully recounted by my mother.

These stories were an endless source of amusement until I started waking up without having the slightest clue where I was or how I had gotten there. The dreadful day came when I saw The Exorcist for the first time. I then began to draw parallels to the possessed character and myself. Here was a little girl who was doing things she had no memories of, like myself. Except in her case, the devil really was making her do it. So I began to think, what if the devil was making me get out of bed at night to do random things, what if he made me do something dangerous, or hurt someone.

So I went to my mother. "Mommie I need you to exercise me." Her reply was simply " Uhm, I'll take your bike outside and you can ride around for a little." Frustrated by her complete lack of understanding I went to the ALL KNOWING. My big brother, who carefully explained to me that people who wanted to lose weight, exercised. People who had Satan in them where exorcised. He assured me that I was not possessed and also begged me not to tell Mommie that he had let me watch The Exorcist.

I eventually outgrew my sleep activities. I mean you'll still get a kick in the face if you sleep next to me, but for the most part all movement is contained to my bed. So imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago on This American life the topic was fear of sleep. It turns out that millions of people suffer from some kind of weird sleep disorder. So it wasn't just me, and there was scientific proof that I really wasn't possessed by the devil.

Some people eat in their sleep, others choke their spouses, and some even jump through panes of glass from five stories up, all while sleeping. It turns out that most of these people are Dopamine deficient. It turns out that Dopamine is the chemical that is released from your brain while sleeping. It paralyzes your body so that you don’t do what’s in your brain when you’re sleeping.

Luckily I outgrew my crazy sleep antics and didn't have to go on medication. It just feels great to be validated you know, because I know where all about individuality and all, but who wants to be the anomaly? Not me.

This one goes out to you, John Edwards!

Well that's just Ludacris,

Air Force Ones, Adidas, Cadillacs and their rims, lets face it, if somethings trendy, there's bound to be a rap song written about it. So it should be no surprise that rapper Luda penned an ode to the trendiest Presidential candidate since Grover Cleveland. Of course this song have left the Pace-makers of left wingers all over the country on the fritz. Fox news is having a field day with the fact that he referred to Hillary as a bitch in the song.

The conservative old me is secretly screaming Ludacris go back to rapping about hoes and vodka. Leave the politics to the grown ups, the steaks are too high for you to be sloppily inciting mischief and being a distraction when there is a serious campaign going on!

The new bi-partisan me is saying hey that's a pretty phat beat and what better to go with a cool guy candidate than a super dope rap song (sorry some of the conservative is still there). Everyone lightened up over the New Yorker cover, why cant we lighten up over this song I mean after all,

Obama is here.

Yea, the black Princess thing is cool and all but...

why is the lightening bug shucking AND jiving?