SO....the whole London thing makes me sad. London is a great place with cool accents. The food isn't wonderful (and they say American food is fattening--try clotted cream), but that place is really cool. Plus I want a really hot English boyfriend someday, he could do all the talking (yeah I know, dream on).
Besides all that, I really can't stand to hear about bombs and other forms of unnecessary death. Like yesterday in journalism class we had a guest speaker who was a unilateral AND embedded photo journalist in the war. I commend him...what a crazy, scary place to be. But looking at his pictures (ALL pictures--some of blood and death) made me really feel like a spoiled little brat, over here in America, eating my ice cream, complaining about government. I COULD be overseas dying.
I guess guilt is a part of looking at those photos...and anyway America has to keep some sense of normalcy whilst its kids die in a war. That thought thoroughly depresses me.
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Anyway, today was my last journalism class. We all turned in our final projects and went to Farrell's (it's this kick ass restaurant). I had the MOST fattening stuff ever...it was wonderful! Chilli Cheese dog, onion rings, a side of ranch and for desert--this orgasmic mountain of vanilla ice cream with peanutbutter, bananas and hot fudge. Oh my gosh, I am so full!
As we left the restaurant I told Mr. G that his class was really cool and really challenging (which it was, that mother kicked my ass). And he gave me a hug and told me I did great.
I will really miss that class. I'm happy summer is FINALLY starting for me, but I loved that class. Oh well, life is bitter sweet, no?
yeah I feel the same.
ReplyDeleteMaybe we're just socialists as heart, thomas....haha.