Okay, tomorrow I might write about the wedding. First, I want to have a real quick rant.
NO, I will NOT begin bringing my backpack to school to carry your daughters books for her because she’s too much of a princess to carry her own books for her. I know that making any comparisons between your country and mine is downright blasphemy, BUT, in my country slavery was outlawed right after the Civil War. YOU carry her books with your fake ass mal di spalla if you’re so preoccupied. Any about the mal di spalla. Honestly? You’ve been suffering that since I got here, FOUR MONTHS AGO.
And I’m sick of being your fucking slave. “Alex, prendi il cordless” is the phrase I hear most often at the table. Fucking get it yourself, bitch. Yeah, that or don’t talk on the phone during a meal because I get my head chopped off if I check the time on my phone at the table.
Before, I got screamed at every day for being late for school, when I always finished earlier than roberta. NOW, I get criticized for being ready and downstairs 20 minutes early, and get banished with the other neighbor.
THANKS a ton for inviting me to the wedding after exhausting ANY possible option of dumping me on someone else. Honestly, to call Lucia’s mom to see if I could go there, because one extra person at the wedding would be WAY too much. I’m sorry that you had to exchange the gift, just so that I could come, but god forbid I go back to Jacopo’s house for the afternoon. They don’t want to make a figura di merda by always dumping me there when they fuck off on vacation without me. In reality, I’d be infinitely happier THERE. I know, I know, it’s outrageous to say that because it was my decision to switch families, but frankly I just like them so. much. more. I know I made the right decision because I’m learning Italian, but they’re kind of killing me here.
Anyway I need to finish with this rant. I’ll go post a quick blog about the wedding.
xx
