South Carolina? REALLY??!

This blog is my unofficial attempt at stalling from studying for my final that needs my attention more than any test of my entire life. I really do believe I was more relaxed going into the LSATS than going into this exam. It is, if you have not guessed yet, Spanish. And its only Spanish 100, but it counts for nine credit hours, which means a B is a B times three, and well, that would just ruin my GPA hardcore. So I am attempting to learn five different tenses, and how to distinguish among them in order to write a page and a half in Spanish on a final exam by myself without being able to use a dictionary. Needless to say the pressure is surmounting. Despite my pressures in school, I did not have anything else to write, until the great state of South Carolina proved itself to be an interesting one once again.

Of all the places in the world, and all the times in the world, our lovely governor had to decide that having an affair in Buenos Aires, while going missing off of the grid, while I was here was absolutely beneficial to the United States as well as South Carolina. That is right folks, Sanford is a genius. He has an Argentine lover, something of which I was unable to obtain this trip. How does a 49 year old man get a hot Argentine (well of course whether she is hot at this point is shear speculation)? I have the answer, MONEY and POWER. I am beginning to realize that is truly what makes this work go round. Besides the fact that she is a porteno, she also happens to live in the part of the city in which I bet my family she would live, Palermo. Am I good? I do believe I actually know my Buenos Aires now on the last three days that I am here. I cannot believe I am going home soon. I cannot believe I have two tests finished, and only one hell day left. I cannot believe it has been four months. How in the heck did I survive four months? Oh well, all the experiences have been truly amazing. However tomorrow I am quite tempted to look this lover of Sanford’s up, and go to her apartment. If I did not have anything else to do, you better believe I’d be on the first 152 bus to Palermo, and attempting to get a picture of this illustrious figure. I still can’t believe it. Who goes missing on Father’s Day, when they have four children, say they are hiking the Appalachian Trail, and fly to Buenos Aires to bang a woman who is merely separated from her husband and has two children with him? Who does that to their family? If they ever valued any of their family and what they stood for in politics, doing something like this would have been repulsive and out of the question, no matter the matters of love. A quick note to most of the male world: Come on kids, lets quit acting prepubescent and lets act our age :)