Go to Hell//SB Update//Films of 2009
Ghostbusters*
What the Bleep Do We Know?*
Waking Life*
Lost in Translation*
Save the Last Dance#
Let the Right One In*
The Wrestler*
Friday the 13th (1980)*
Watchmen
The Air I Breathe*
Taken*
*on DVD
#on TV
It seems as though everyone on my father's side is trying to deter me from going to Ireland this fall, despite my feeble explanations: "I've put my deposit down, I can't back out now." Nor do I even want to back down. When is the next time I'm going to be able to do this? I'm in college. I'm allowed to try things and blaze my own trail. But all I get back is, "The economy is bad all over the world." "This isn't the right time." It's too much money." Fuck you. It's not even your money. And I'm getting a fantastic college education for less than $25,000 for two years. Go to hell.
Dad had me watch Taken, another attempt to make me think twice about going abroad. See, the chick didn't think anything through. Of course something is going to happen to you when you're ALONE in another country. I'm going to a huge 13,000 student University. I'm taking a seminar before I leave to prep me for what I'm getting myself into. I'm not following U2 around Europe.
I'm just getting a bit tired of all of their relentlessness. The bottom line is that it has absolutely no affect on them whether or not I go. I'm not relocating, and I'm not asking them for any assistance. It makes no fucking difference to them if I travel or not. In fact, I admit that I'm starting to act like a child in that all of the negativity they're imposing on this trip is only making me want to go more, out of spite. I'm Italian. What do they expect?
And another thing. Nana doesn't quite grasp the reasons I want to go. She says that I'm more Italian than I am Irish, so what is it that I could possibly want to do in Ireland? Please. Just cut it out. Because my father is purely Italian, making me primarily Italian as well, doesn't mean that everything I decide to do in life must be dictated by my fucking 50% Italian bloodline. Are we that fucking narrow-minded? In 50 years, there won't even be anymore pureblooded anything. God, just go to hell. Please.
Did I just say that?
Maybe the fact that the Irish families are actually supportive of one another is what draws me to be there.
Whatever. Taken was good.
Now I'm pissed off. I just want to be as far away from that family as physically possible.
On top of it all, I'm doing absolutely nothing for Spring Break. No Chicago trips, no museum days, no bike riding when the weather is nice. Just catching up on films (obviously) and books. Absolutely thrilling.
endrant
What the Bleep Do We Know?*
Waking Life*
Lost in Translation*
Save the Last Dance#
Let the Right One In*
The Wrestler*
Friday the 13th (1980)*
Watchmen
The Air I Breathe*
Taken*
*on DVD
#on TV
It seems as though everyone on my father's side is trying to deter me from going to Ireland this fall, despite my feeble explanations: "I've put my deposit down, I can't back out now." Nor do I even want to back down. When is the next time I'm going to be able to do this? I'm in college. I'm allowed to try things and blaze my own trail. But all I get back is, "The economy is bad all over the world." "This isn't the right time." It's too much money." Fuck you. It's not even your money. And I'm getting a fantastic college education for less than $25,000 for two years. Go to hell.
Dad had me watch Taken, another attempt to make me think twice about going abroad. See, the chick didn't think anything through. Of course something is going to happen to you when you're ALONE in another country. I'm going to a huge 13,000 student University. I'm taking a seminar before I leave to prep me for what I'm getting myself into. I'm not following U2 around Europe.
I'm just getting a bit tired of all of their relentlessness. The bottom line is that it has absolutely no affect on them whether or not I go. I'm not relocating, and I'm not asking them for any assistance. It makes no fucking difference to them if I travel or not. In fact, I admit that I'm starting to act like a child in that all of the negativity they're imposing on this trip is only making me want to go more, out of spite. I'm Italian. What do they expect?
And another thing. Nana doesn't quite grasp the reasons I want to go. She says that I'm more Italian than I am Irish, so what is it that I could possibly want to do in Ireland? Please. Just cut it out. Because my father is purely Italian, making me primarily Italian as well, doesn't mean that everything I decide to do in life must be dictated by my fucking 50% Italian bloodline. Are we that fucking narrow-minded? In 50 years, there won't even be anymore pureblooded anything. God, just go to hell. Please.
Did I just say that?
Maybe the fact that the Irish families are actually supportive of one another is what draws me to be there.
Whatever. Taken was good.
Now I'm pissed off. I just want to be as far away from that family as physically possible.
On top of it all, I'm doing absolutely nothing for Spring Break. No Chicago trips, no museum days, no bike riding when the weather is nice. Just catching up on films (obviously) and books. Absolutely thrilling.
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