Forgive my spoiled tendancies, but please allow this rant.
Wow. I've never been so angered at an object in this way before. This goes beyond those times you fall off your bike and kick it in spite. Beyond the times you mess up in basketball and throw the ball against the car. I'm almost disgusted. Why? Sitting in the livingroom right now in its packaging is a couple thousand dollars of electronic equipment. The father's day gift this year is an obscene large screen TV and of course, the necessary BOSE surround sound pieces. I'm frustrated because not only is this fueling an already unhealthy habit, but the cost of this plus the cost of wireless internet connection throughout the house (that was for "mother's day") and the extra energy expenses would have made up a pretty chunk of a study abroad trip this summer. I know, it's selfish of me to suggest the money instead be spent on a month trip solely for my enjoyment and enrichment, but this is a slap to the face. My dad kept wavering back in forth when I brought it up. I was genuinely excited, yet he kept stringing me along giving money as an excuse; finally in defeat I dropped the subject and agreed to be a camp counselor for his sake. I mean, now it feels like I abandoned studying Italian in Rome for more meaningless hours in front of a stupid appliance. Or learning about art history in London to spend more time on livejournal. That thought alone has made me upset at myself and my parents for allowing it.