I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME;
On 4th November, 2008, I posted this exact entry on this exact blog:
"it's trufax guys.
ilu obama, but you've still got lots to prove.
plz to be keeping your promises.
i love america like mad, but idk guys
i think all can agree that we are in quite the pickle."
The words would, perhaps, now that I'm not sixteen anymore, be a bit more grammatically correct, but the sentiment that the 2008 version of myself and the 2012 version of myself felt/feel is the same. My pet issues, health care (specifically, the abolition of big pharm) and public transportation (specifically, the building and improvement of trains) are fairly ignored. It's easy to feel far away from American politics when you are physically distant in miles. But deportation looms! (By deportation, I mean, the expiry of my leave to remain in the UK :-P)
My boyfriend had a hilarious and quintessentially British response to yesterday's election: "Wait, so if the Democrats win the presidency and the keep the Senate, but the Republicans win the House of Representatives, then what happens? Do we have to wait for a coalition?" lolololol. No. Worse. They just spend the next four years arguing on C-Span [American gov't TV channel] and not getting anything done.
To be completely honest, my secret fear before the election was going to be that people would judge my desire to stay in the United Kingdom after graduation as political if Romney won. It's not even political guys, I just seriously love the weather. SERIOUSLY THE WEATHER HERE IS GREAT! You know how many times I had to wear shorts this summer? Zero. Zip. Nada. Also British food is better. It sounds like I'm taking the piss but I'm for real. It might not be fireworks in taste but it's much much better at keeping nasty additives and other chemicals out of the shops.
Besides, I can always just go home for a wee visit whenever I fancy. See I even speak in tongues. Lols. The point of this entry is: I have so much university work to do that I'm drowning in it. Hence the procrastination. I'm still the socialist I used to be, but this time instead of harping on about it, I'm going to go buy something fried in beef fat instead and crack open some books. Because that Ethnohistories of the Amazon essay ain't gon' write itself, no matter how much pokemon I play with the texts sitting next to me.
(See, I'm still your girl. I still play pokemon and procrastinate with the internet [though mostly @tessleberry these days]. My accent just changed a little bit, that's all!)