ZOMBIELAND!!

THIS. MOVIE.

( It's like a love note to N. Florida. WITH ZOMBIES! )

::eyes phone suspiciously::

I get some weird phone calls, sometimes.

I'm bored as hell, so I am going to discuss the good things.

Right now, I am listening to Descent of the Archangel by Kamelot, which is from their album, Epica. I've described before how this concept album was based off of the story of Faust. In this story, Descent of the Archangel describes how Mephisto has come to Ariel (our hero) in the form of an angel to offer him a deal. Unlimited power, in exchange for his soul upon his death. In the next song, Ariel is taken to Mephisto's palace, where he feasts and revels in his new-found power.

Seriously, I cannot get enough of this album. The instrumentals are intense and haunting, and the lyrics are just plain cool.

I feel a little bit hunted right now, as my grandfather (whom I have mentioned in an earlier post) had requested to be my friend on FB. I accepted, but have been flying under the radar ever since, not quite sure what is going to come of this. Did my comments bring this on, or has this been in the works before now?
Who knows.

If anything more confrontational than a third-hand phonecall from my mother should occur, I'll probably just quit FB, or at least de-friend any relatives. I'm not going to censor myself because of archaic, generational sensibilities.

A possible trigger may be the fact that I am attending the DC march, next week. Both sides of my family seem to have expressed concern to my parents, probably with requests to reign in my activities.

To this, my parents (awesome people that they are) have responded: "Uhm, no."

I'm an adult and more than capable of taking care of myself, and it's kind of cool that my parents know this, even if my grandparents do not.
France for a year = A-okay!
Virginia for a weekend = Let's talk about this.

Please.

Okay, now I'm listening to Lost & Damned, same group, same album. This is one of my favorite songs. It fits my dramatic desire to rebel against expectation, not to mention the lily-white mainstream that a lot of people seem to think I belong to.

Here's the thing. I'm allowed to make choices and mistakes. And I'd like to think that I'm allowed to do so without being harassed. Given who these concerns are coming from, I should really be the last of their worries. Transference is fine, just don't get me involved with it.

Seriously. I'd like to think that I let you make your own mistakes, unless you're just being willfully ignorant of what you're doing. I'd like to think that I let you learn on your own. I try not to give unwanted advice.
Please do me the same courtesy and shove it. I'm fine, and will continue to be so. Show me enough respect to believe that I will come to you, if I need you.

Honestly.

I'm struggling to amuse myself, in terms of reading. I'm out of books. I'm getting back into Due South, if only for something to do.

I lost my student ID earlier today, only to find it in a pair of pants that I had returned to my clothes drawer, for some reason.

I've been busting my butt all last week, so that could account for the boredom I'm feeling right now.

My hair has gotten very long. I'm not sure if it's curly or just wavy. Either way, it's my mother's fault.

I really want some pie.

I'm going to go amuse myself, elsewhere.

EDIT: I am de-friending all family members, save those I feel I can trust. I do not need this.