Mother and I went to see the movie March of the Penguins today. I loved it. Not only because of the penguins, but because… okay, yeah the penguins. I love them. The movie is about basically the only thing penguins do. Their main purpose is to feed and breed. [wow that rhymes] It was a really awesome movie.
Later on in the day, my mom and I went to find shoes for her. And she was nice and bought me these:
But then… it all… crashed… Mom suggested we go into Old Navy just to look, so we go in, she goes over to a rack of nice looking jackets and tells me to try onan EXTRA LARGE . It’s a little tight, and I wasn’t really happy to even try anything on. The real juicy thing… ‘Soon you’ll be wearing plus sizes.’ When she said that… that just set off a spark in me, and I just walked right out of the store back to the car. ‘Where are you going?’ I don’t answer, and she just continues on walking to the Shoe Mill, as if she doesn’t care she just hurt my feelings, yet again. Back in the car, she just keeps talking about how I need to make good choices in how I eat, and blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard this stuff before. I know I should make good choices, I just don’t.
The real funny thing is that she says things like that ^, and she tells me how when she was my age her own mother would say similar things. Fucking hypocrite.
So for dinner I had to settle with a BK salad, yippee doo.
When we came home, I was pretty cooled down by then. Triscuit, my mom’s cat, was chewing at something, which turned out to be a small bird. When I saw it, the movie just came back at me, and how predators would eat the baby penguins. Luckily, Triscuit hadn’t really done much damage, because the bird could fly. Poor bird.
I talked to Brick last night/early morning on the phone for 4ish hours. Much better than just crying and making myself go crazy over RB. I’ve never had that before.
♥ Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.