This morning, I indulged in a post-menopausal guilty pleasure of mine, The Montel Williams Show, and was disgusted by Sylvia Brown( a guest on his show). She is a self- appointed psychic , whom I find completely ridiculous. She claims to have seen fairies while on a trip to Ireland? What bullshit. I pity those poor grieving people in the audience who are continually misled by her blatant exploitation of human emotion. Most of the audience members are Christians, and it sort of baffles me that they believe in spirits and ghosts and premonitions, all of which are obvious marks against Christianity. Oh hypocrites, whatever shall we do with you?
On a lighter, and less accusatory note, Italy is fast approaching. I'm excited excited excited. So excited. I'm hoping my school acceptance and family information to come soon-ish, so my visa can be taken care of .
So many of my mothers old lovers want to meet up with me when I first arrive in Rome.
Paolo is this artsy film maker who has lived with the same woman for almost 20 years now, except they aren't married. He lives in Eur, I believe? They have beautiful gardens, or so I'm told.
Sergio is a 65 year old Italian diplomat who is marrying a 25 year old Russian Doctor. How awkward. He's pushing the Philadelphia consulate to be a little quicker with my visa , once it's processed. My mom thinks his fiance must be pretty, or he wouldn't bother. How sad.
This is perhaps the most boring post I've ever written. I love when this happens. When life is so...worry free that you can't write about anything but happy ( and slightly boring ) things. Life is going so well. Isn't that annoying? I have my college shit in order. My summers going to be fab-yew-luss! I'm trying to plan something with Erica.. perhaps an all girls trip to Vermont? Or Myrtle beach? Anywhere where we can just hang out, and do basically nothing except lounge around on the beach( or the cornfields.. as it may) and get tan.
Come on September, come a little faster.
