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I just watched "The Red Violin" again and that movie brings me to tears. It's so wonderful and the music is so amazing and my favorite part is with Kaspar Weiss... I always cry at the end of that segment. I'm excited because I made my sister watch it tonight and she liked it, too!!
In other news, I am home again and working on doing a deep cleaning of my room and everything I own. I need to clean my room out before I can paint it (which I want to do - probably a mural of some sort, but I have no idea what at this moment. Any ideas would be welcome!) and then move my meager furniture in. (My old bedroom furniture that I'd had since I was thirteen is now in the guest room for my grandparents.)
I am currently missing my previous freedom a bit, but my parents will come to learn that they need to treat me and my sister like adults now. We can take care of ourselves, so they shouldn't get all pissy when we're out late (like last night, when Yusra needed to drop her best friend off five minutes away at one in the morning). Thankfully, they didn't get on my case tonight for being out until eleven or so while returning from Michelle's house. Ah well.
Also, my grandfather is a religious sort, and the kind who pushes that onto others. Now, they don't know that I'm still (maybe forever) questioning religion and not convinced there is a real religion and higher power and whatnot, so they're going to assume that I still believe and should pray and all that. It's just annoying when he keeps saying "you should use 'this word' or 'that word' to show your appreciation to god" and "you should pray at least a few times a day (I haven't seen you kids praying at all!)." It gets annoying and I can't exactly tell them that I don't believe. THAT would go over well with him. He'd just force me to read the Qur'an every day and pound it into me that there is a god and we need to revere him, etc. AUGH.
In other news, I am home again and working on doing a deep cleaning of my room and everything I own. I need to clean my room out before I can paint it (which I want to do - probably a mural of some sort, but I have no idea what at this moment. Any ideas would be welcome!) and then move my meager furniture in. (My old bedroom furniture that I'd had since I was thirteen is now in the guest room for my grandparents.)
I am currently missing my previous freedom a bit, but my parents will come to learn that they need to treat me and my sister like adults now. We can take care of ourselves, so they shouldn't get all pissy when we're out late (like last night, when Yusra needed to drop her best friend off five minutes away at one in the morning). Thankfully, they didn't get on my case tonight for being out until eleven or so while returning from Michelle's house. Ah well.
Also, my grandfather is a religious sort, and the kind who pushes that onto others. Now, they don't know that I'm still (maybe forever) questioning religion and not convinced there is a real religion and higher power and whatnot, so they're going to assume that I still believe and should pray and all that. It's just annoying when he keeps saying "you should use 'this word' or 'that word' to show your appreciation to god" and "you should pray at least a few times a day (I haven't seen you kids praying at all!)." It gets annoying and I can't exactly tell them that I don't believe. THAT would go over well with him. He'd just force me to read the Qur'an every day and pound it into me that there is a god and we need to revere him, etc. AUGH.