Sorry it's been awhile, guys, but that Media Studies project took FOREVER because my partner, Faith Napier, didn't do ANYTHING at all, and I had to make that commercial all by myself. UGGH. Here's some advice for the candidates: If your running mate dies or drops out, don't pick Faith Napier! Anyway, I was going to write about Barack Obama and the big race issue for this post, and I had it all planned out: I was going to go ask Manuela Fonetcilla, the exchange student from Chile, what is was like to not be white and run for secretary of SADD, so I would know what Barack Obama is going through. And so I go up and ask, but she goes, 'I don't want to be in your stupid thing.' WHAT? EFF HER. Everybody at school but her would LOVE to be on my blog. I don't know what her problem is. Maybe she's still mad that I volunteered her to make Chilean food for the Foods Across the Globe event at parent-teacher conferences last month without asking her, but if she is, that's really retarded. If I knew how to make Chilean food, I would make it all the time for people. Judging from Manuela, this is what it's like for Barack Obama to run for president when he's black: He always smells like pepper, he never eats anything at lunch because he's probably anorexic, and he's given head to that ugly-ass Josh West who's a member of his host family. 