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The title is kind of how I feel right now. After spending a long day with my parents, I have realized they have absolutely no idea how to talk to me at all. But I don't really have anything to say to them, either... which is a pretty depressing thing to realize.


Like is there some kind of manual parents can read for dealing with newly independent children? I feel like maybe I should be putting more effort into this, making things not so painfully awkward for us all but what is there for me to do? My mom talks to me like I am 5 years old and then gets angry when I point out that I'm not, and my dad is socially retarded. AGH. Sorry, really needed to get that off my chest!


Last night, I got dinner with a friend and then some other people came over and we played around on Photo Booth (I've had this computer for almost 6 months now and as of last night, I had yet to use it).

Today I saw "Black Swan," and it was really fucked up but also completely amazing. I've never really liked any of Darren Aronofsky's other films but this one was just totally immersing. I love it when you see a movie where it's so obvious just how much work was put into every single aspect of it-- the dialogue, the camerawork, the art direction-- to make it a wholly cohesive narrative. 


In other news, tomorrow is Christmas so that means more movies and Chinese food! And then its two days of everything being closed (tomorrow and Sunday), and then it's Monday, and both my parents are working so I can finally not have to awkwardly entertain them and maybe I can get started on some reading to do from now til when I won't be bored anymore.  I want to go to a Pilates class but weirdly enough, there are no Pilates studios in my town. So I guess that means I'll be doing it in my living room while I surf etsy slash contemplate a haircut slash try and figure out what I'm taking next semester. How many days till break ends?