Barack Obama, Get the F Outta Here.

This morning after I woke up at 7:30 to go see apartments at the asscrack of dawn with my realtor I came back and took a nap before French class. I overslept and was dangerously close to being late, and as I emerge from my dorm I can see hoards of people jumping about Astor Place. Turns out those people were mindless, uninformed, 18-year-old, self-described "politically aware" (while actually not) Obama fans wearing "Barack Is My Homie" tee shirts blocking my normal route to class. I wasn't sure what it was, so when I asked a girl of unidentified European origins she said, "I zink eetz caulled.... Obama?" That pissed me off. That this man is no longer just a person, but an event. I think this girl thought "Obama" was the name of a street fair.

I only had to walk maybe 30 seconds out of my way, but it was enough to rant about Obama fans in French for 3 minutes and get some good practice in. Speaking about something that irks me makes me speak faster in foreign languages. Imagine that.

Anyway, below are some pictures I took over Spring Break in Mustique. They all turned out beautifully and I'm so happy with them and I feel super artsy fartsy.