Jungle Fever: A Two Parter! (A Texas Two-Step?)

The primaries are the weirdest fucking thing. When do we ever vote on what to vote for? What's even weirder than a primary? A caucus. Not only is a weird thing, it's a weird word, and as of 30 minutes ago, I dislike both the primary & caucus (the pricaucus if you will, or as we call it in Texas - The Texas Two-Step... aahhh... to be a Texan! Hate that term btw)

I voted early, on the 22nd, because it was convenient and on my way from class to my car. I voted for Obama, because I love him, I agree with his political stances, and he's a baller. Today, I went and stood in line for two hours to caucus. Now, as I understand it, 2/3rds of our delegates are chosen (proportionately) by the primary votes, and the remaining 1/3rd is chosen by the caucus votes. There's a lot of bloobity-blah about the specifics, but I really don't give a shit. All I know is that I needed to vote twice. So I did! And I felt great about it! I stood in line, in the parking lot of an elementary school, and had great, intelligent, political discussions with cute boys for two hours! Sure, I started to get a little cold and hungry, and I bummed three cigarettes from a guy named Jordan, but I cast my vote twice, and I felt like it mattered.

So then I get home and start watching the results, and Clinton is totally kicking Obama's ass. WTF Hilldawg? Look, I will totes support Hillary if she is the democratic candidate, but why oh why isn't Obama getting Texas? It's exhausted me though. So all I can do is say whatevs and just hope that everything works out in the end.

But seriously, the next time I stand in line for two hours just to have someone write my name on a piece of paper with OBAMA next to it, Obama better fucking win.

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In some totally non-political news, I have a kinda-maybe-sorta date with guy from one of my classes tomorrow. He's very smart, very nice, and very black - totessss hotttt. His name is Curtis, and I know absolutely nothing about him (other than he did in fact vote for Obama - and he plays Halo a lot...)

We worked on a class project together and he was nice. I wore something shoulder-revealing to class one day and every time I looked up he was looking at me because he had never seen my tattoos (this was a little weird.. but kind of flattering I guess? In a weird way?). He keeps trying to talk to me after class but I'm always bolting out the door to run across campus to my next class. Anyway, he emailed me and asked if I wanted to hang out sometime, I said sure, gave him my number, and he called today. We're going to a psychology lecture! Hahahaha... his idea. I have no fucking idea what to expect! All I know is that he's picking me up, which will leave me without a car, at a psychology lecture, and that freaks me out a little bit.

Basically, I have no idea who this guy is. I do know that he is not Andrew, and that's probably a good thing (although I am planning on inviting Andrew over later... uhhh... yeah). He has no idea that I'm about to go make out with every hot Dutch boy I can find. Hey! That's the joy in getting to know new people right?

Oh well. Here goes! Interracial dating - holla!