It's November already?

Wow, it's been a while. It's midterm season and I've been quite busy. Looking back on my life, this will be one of the biggest shames , but I missed all Halloween night celebrations because I had to make a coat for class (Halloween afternoon was a different story). I have lots of pictures and several stories to tell, but let's be honest-I never get back to things I say I'll blog about later. I get more sidetracked and then the stories become outdated and irrelevant. Like the rest of Unofficial weekend or my first trip to Ikea on the BK ferry back in early September (And I shot video for that too!). I suck at life so you don't have to. One thing I won't forget about, I need to vimeo my N.E.R.D. concert videos I took. That was by far the best October 4th I've ever had. I was going somewhere with this. Maybe not

It would be completely remiss of me not to first congratulate the 44th president of the United States of America, Barack Obama! I wish I was back home, I'd be in Chicago right now to celebrate this in Grant Park in the presence of my life's idol, Oprah. If ever there were an occasion where high cincos are appropriate, I think this is it. I try not to get too political on bloggy because for the most part, I don't care. I'm a firm believer in things happening one way or another and working themselves out, regardless of human intervention. A hippie, I know. But in that aspect, politicians are kind of useless in my day to day life. Not to mention that this victory has me paranoid beyond belief. In case you haven't noticed, I'm black. And I live in New York City. So if some shit's gonna go down, chances are it's gonna happen here and to me. I mean, not that I'll be drawing any unnecessary attention to myself today when I go to class by wearing my cobalt blue thermal and gold donkey pin (Thanks Andrew!) I'm a fashion student damn it! On a semi-sentimental note, I do wish my grandmother (on my mom's side) was alive to see this. She grew up in the antebellum south in what is still one of the most racist areas of the United States; it was so awful that she ran away at the age of 12 to Chicago.Crazyness. Anyways, I say semi-sentimental because my grandma wasn't the "lovey dovey- bake you cookies- knit you sweaters" type. She was the "straightforward- street smart- and absolutely hilarious" type. Though this is an historic* event, she wasn't one for sappy situations, and my brother and I concurred, simultaneously that her response to the election results would have been "I don't care. Barack Obama ain't shit. Get me my coffee, 2 creams 6 sugars." And people wonder where I get it from... I really didn't stand a chance.

*I think I've become an elitist. Every word that begins with a vowel or the letter "h" gets the article "an" from me now. It's not much different from regular English, but it adds an air of snobbery because I mute the "h"s. I've caught myself saying "It's quite brisk, I'll need an [h]at today." It's like I'm in a Vermont equestrienne club or something.