cimorene

dinner passed excruciatingly slowly listening to my mom recap her day of radio-listening. i think she may have spent as long recapping as it took for this american life and studio 350 to play. my mom--like every other sentient being--is angry about the situation in israel and palestine, primarily thinks it is israel's fault, and hates feeling helpless about it. unlike the majority of other sentient beings, she gets more and more angry about it the more she talks about it with people who agree with her--okay, so, she's not the ONLY one who does this, but suffice it to say i don't appreciate being yelled at.

both of my parents enjoy discussing at length things that everybody present already knows until i want to scream. only 25 days until i leeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaave and then i don't have to talk to them for weeks if i don't want to, thank god.

i want to move to finland.