E. T. Telefono Casa

Se buenooooo!

So last night I watched E. T. in Spanish. I'm currently on this trip where I want to see all of my favorite movies in Spanish and laugh at the idiotic voices / translations. E. T. was satisfying in terms of its dubbing and such but I was a bit saddened by the whole remastering thing they did to it. I mean, E. T. is now digital and I frankly believe we have lost a great deal by making him so advanced. I prefer the electronic E.T. any day of the week. This DVD edition I picked up from the library is brazen enough to add a bunch of new scenes that I could have frankly done without.

So am I getting old and crotchety or what? Because I find that lately I've been complaining much about "improvements" and "advancements". I think with me it has to do with that old familiar feeling I relish so much of things already known. For example, my E.T. is clunky and does't blink as gracefully as this new one and that's how I like it.

I'm also beginning to notice that my English is deteriorating at an alarming rate (see previous sentences). I mean, I don't even know where to begin correcting what I've just written.

Anyway, E.T. made me cry a lot last night. My roomates were a bit alarmed. What can I say? I'm a sucker for these kind of tearjerkers. The worst of it is that I'm not too sure that E.T. is meritorious of my lachrimose display. I mean, I know he doesn't really die at the end, which is a bit of a cop out on Steven Spieldberg's part, I think. I mean, come on man. How are you going to do that to us? One minute E.T. is flatlining and the next he's screaming his head off. It's like, sike! Just kidding! Sheesh.

I don't feel like this anymore.

Vuelve la mula al trigo

So I'm back. I guess what brings me here is my need to talk to someone about some things I have on my mind and my lack of having said person. Da igual. In any case, I'm stalling, because what I really want to say is that I'm broke, and it is really taking a toll on my mood these days. Imagine, I only have 13.21 american dollars to my name. That is all the money I posess in this world at the moment. I can't even withdraw that money because the minimum I can take out of an atm here is 20€. What really ticks me off is that I was supposed to have gotten paid last week, but because of someone's mindless error at BU, I am forced to wait until my check gets to my home in Florida and for my parents to deposit it into my account. I hate complaining about money issues, because for some reason or other, I have this uncanny hatred towards the stuff. I think it all goes back to the fact that I grew up in a household of limited means and poor financial planning. But oh well, I guess I should start getting used to the cold hard facts of life.

Another little burr in my boot is the fact that I get paid in American dollars, which is worth shit in Europe, let me tell you. I had all these fabulous things I wanted to do while here and all my palns are going to hell because I just can't afford the french classes or the swimming club. Its not fair dammit. I guess what has happened is that college has spoiled me rotten. I have a really high standard of living now because Uncle Bill (Gates) was paying for all of my caprices and then some, and now that the scholarship teat has been torn from my mouth, I just don't know what to do with myself.

I DON'T LIKE THE REAL WORLD!!!