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So..last night we went to the bar where I really didn't drink much...2 beers..tasted like green apple..and then we went to YAB..the club nearby and danced to some pretty phat music..got home at 4:30...
And then I woke up at 8 because I set my alarm wrong when I got in...grrr...class is fun when you're so tired your vision is blurry. So I'm going to drop off some pictures and then take a nap...a long one..maybe go to the grocery store if I'm feeling that kind of motivated.
And then I got here and I read my sister's new journal update and she's talking about how she's upset with my "goings on" in Italy. Which quite frankly, upset me. She's 16 even if she acts older and for some reason has this idea that drinking is what? the act of Satan? I don't know...Everyone here and everyone at home knows that I don't drink a lot at all..Just because mom happens to call me the two times that I am kind of tipsy (and the last time she called, by the way, I wasn't even drunk but no one believed me...it pisses me off...I CAN have two drinks without being drunk..I'm not a fucking idiot. Apparently NO ONE in my family has faith in my judgement even though I am in Italy and taking care of myself just fine.)
I think that just kind of put a damper on my day..I don't think I understand what "goings on" Cassie is upset about but I think it's an overreaction to something that she doesn't even understand in the first place. As I wrote to her..I'm not coming home an alcoholic or a crack whore so what's the problem?? I'm having a damn good time in this country and doing well in classes on top of it so I really don't like being made to feel guilty about it. It doesn't make me happy.
Ok..done raving...
On a lighter note..Michael wrote me the sweetest e-mail today....:) It balanced out how annoyed I was at everyone's idea that I'm an incompetant drunk.
And then I woke up at 8 because I set my alarm wrong when I got in...grrr...class is fun when you're so tired your vision is blurry. So I'm going to drop off some pictures and then take a nap...a long one..maybe go to the grocery store if I'm feeling that kind of motivated.
And then I got here and I read my sister's new journal update and she's talking about how she's upset with my "goings on" in Italy. Which quite frankly, upset me. She's 16 even if she acts older and for some reason has this idea that drinking is what? the act of Satan? I don't know...Everyone here and everyone at home knows that I don't drink a lot at all..Just because mom happens to call me the two times that I am kind of tipsy (and the last time she called, by the way, I wasn't even drunk but no one believed me...it pisses me off...I CAN have two drinks without being drunk..I'm not a fucking idiot. Apparently NO ONE in my family has faith in my judgement even though I am in Italy and taking care of myself just fine.)
I think that just kind of put a damper on my day..I don't think I understand what "goings on" Cassie is upset about but I think it's an overreaction to something that she doesn't even understand in the first place. As I wrote to her..I'm not coming home an alcoholic or a crack whore so what's the problem?? I'm having a damn good time in this country and doing well in classes on top of it so I really don't like being made to feel guilty about it. It doesn't make me happy.
Ok..done raving...
On a lighter note..Michael wrote me the sweetest e-mail today....:) It balanced out how annoyed I was at everyone's idea that I'm an incompetant drunk.