(Long time no post by the way, huh?)
I've gotta say I'm almost deliriously happy. I love Obama. Not even like Dr. Chase love, but like genuine, mother-who-cries-at-her-child's-wedding love. Or in this case, her child's inauguration. Not that he's my child, though that'd be totally cool.
Except then my mom would ask why I have a black baby because he doesn't look Ethiopian and that's means I didn't sleep with a jewish guy, which is so not a-okay.
Well yeah. Gobama, cuz all that is just dandy. The only thing is, I'm apparently the only person in my class who thinks so, because I was the only person clapping the entire hour.
Yes. Imagine it.
Me, the jewish white liberal cross utopian-socialist, clapping enthusiastically for our first African-American president (not to mention first liberal in a while) amid dead silence.
Okay, there was some noise.
Of people laughing at me.
Fuckers.
On the bright side, my faith in Obama Lovers will hopefully soon be restored, because I will call every one of my camp friends until it is.
Status: Complaining to Laura.
Laura's reaction: "WTF? Dude. It's not often we get to witness history like this."
My answer: "Seriously. I mean, we've only had a black president, like... *counts fingers* never."
Laura: "Well, we all clapped. Which is why you should come here!"
New Status: Thank you god, I love my friends.
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