So with a shot of caffine (Diet Dr. Pepper), I muster up the energy to make a post tonight before I head off to bed. I'm so dreadfully tired, and not for any particular reason. Today was...uneventful. I woke up at 830, hoping to get to go to Animal Kingdom today. I've wanted to go for a long time. It's raining, again. Normally, I'd be perfectly okay with this, with my love of Seattle-esque weather (I've always wanted to visit the hazy city) and all, but it's putting a stoper in some of my loosely based plans. So I meander around the apartment for a while as I contemplate on how to spend my day. Amanda invites me to go to Hollywood Studios and I go.
As we walk around the park, I become more and more tired. We ride some fairly fun rides, and have some fun on that part. But after a few hours, we leave. When we get to her apartment with her crazy, delightful, and full of life Puerto Rican roomates. We have Digorno (Just to be clear, it was not delivery, it as Digorno) pizza, which I had not experienced it's sheer awesomeness until a few weeks before I left for here. That pie is delizioso. So we start playing war, the card game. We declared each other winners in the end...we're pretty hardcore. Then we all went downtown. I was so excited for one thing and one thing only...Ghiradelli!
I don't think I can properly xplain to you my relationship ith chocolate. I don't think I've ever loved anything the way I love it. Just the simple, elegant, and sweet aroma of it's captivating awe can draw me away from anything. I go to Ghiradelli each time I venture out to Downtown, and I can solemly swear that it makes my day each and everytime.
As we hop on the bus home, I hear the foreign accents around the bus. I deserately want to raise my children in a different country. A place where they can learn a different language than English, or at least have a more attractive accent. This is impossible in the cultureless melting pot that is the American public. I can hardly stand the idea of my son being just another white boy leading a normal existance without cultural well-roundedness.
It's been breif, but it's been real. I'm extraordinarily tired, and it feels as tho my mind is literally melting inside of my skull. More to come, my bleaders, more to come...(I am such an ellipses whore)... ... ... ...
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I had that problem this morning..... getting up. And I'm not calling you out but the thing you said about your kids being raised in another country is a contradiction. When people say america is a cultural melting pot it means that everyone is different (diff accents, lingo, tradiotions, religion, etc) but we all share one thing in that we are all free. And when I say free I mean no other nation on this planet has more rights protecting their freedom than ours. And here's a quote that is on every US dollar.
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I'm Sorry but I have to disagree. Germany, Norway, Sweden, and The Netherlands have more freedom. protected human (& animal) rights (including the right of assisted suicide), healthcare system than any other nation in the world. Their political and social system is known as the German Secularism, in contrast to the French Secularism which is largely adopted by many western countries including the US, UK, France and the rest of the european nations.
Deletehaha calmarsi, testa calda! (Italian for "calm down, hot head") I'm not talking about somewhere extreme. There are other countries who I are free as well. So...yeah. I just don't like the blandness of American culure all the time so I want my kids to be more culturally in tune.
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