Aww, my poor little brother. I was talking to him (well, we were really texting, but this is the 21st century so it counts as face to face) the other day and he was telling me about our parents since I’ve been gone. My parents have always had a controlling, type A, religious center-right attitude about life, and it used to be spread over the two of us. Since I’ve been gone, though, it has all been concentrated on my bro. Apparently my brother rented “Knocked Up” as the movie for Family Movie Night (which has been in place since my departure for school) and my parents trusted him enough to assume that he would naturally drift away from the Rated R films that he is allowed to rent from the local rental store. Needless to say my parents’ religious center-right values were offended and my little brother has been grounded for a week. During our “conversation” he reminded me that if I hadn’t left, we would have only faced a long and boring lecture on why that particular film wasn’t appropriate for Family Movie Night. I agree that if I had been there he wouldn’t have gotten in so much trouble as he did, but probably because if I had been there, Family Movie night wouldn’t have existed. He admits that the movie and challenging my parents was worth the punishment. Ah, if that’s not a typical American family, I don’t know what is.
I LOVE this movie. Who doesn’t love a pregnant Izzie?
He says his next choice for Family Movie Night is going to be “Juno” but I doubt Mom and Dad are going to let lighting strike twice (eww, was that a cliche?!?!)
I LOVE this movie, also.
I mentioned earlier that a few of my best friends and I (grammar.. I always forget that rule) are planning on a road trip up to the Bay Area for AIDS Walk San Francisco. I am uber excited!! I’m thinking that we can extend what should only be a six hour drive for about three days going up PCH and just do a straight shot back through the Central Valley (I think it [central valley] is even uglier than the lovely Suburban Hell from which I hail).
I’m sure we’ll pass this sign on the way to SF
I have to past a story for my fiction class tomorrow. I’m über (To me, the only cool thing about the German Language is the little dots above the “U”s and that “ß” thing) nervous about it. I really like the premise of it, it’s just that I have never been very good with dialogue so it sounds very contrived. I mean, it was contrived, the conversation that I am talking about is what makes the previous 4 pages worth reading, but it shouldn’t sound contrived, right? Also, posting on an online forum is not going to be easy for me. It’s not like blogging where it’s just typing into a box, I actually have to ATTACH a document and everything! Obviously technology is not my favorite thing in the world. Other than that, I am really loving the class. I don’t have any aspirations to be writer, this class is mostly to have a legitimate reason to waste my time writing instead of it just being a wasteful hobby, but it is fun.
Luke is now officially a poor person. Meh. Sucks because then I can’t buy things and I can’t go places and I can’t do anything. I swear, if I go to my 10 year reunion and I can’t say that I have more money than at least 80% of the people there, I’m going to cry. I WENT TO COLLEGE! Okay, journalism isn’t going to make me the next Steve Jobs, but can I be on a level of wealth equal to that or above Upper Middle Class? I refuse to see the white trash with a trust fund that was my hometown be more successful than me.
Yeah, good example of the type of people I went to school with… now imagine them with Coach purses and that IS the type of person I went to school with.
Luke misses swimming. Luke hates having to go back to his 10 year reunion and be looked down on by white trash who didn’t go to college.
Well, La-Dee-Da!
