Même sa console ne le fait plus tripper
Jul. 26th, 2011 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesmisloony Ennuis diagnosed: I am bored.
Today my parents called asking me to bring the car home since the one they'd kept had finally died. To thank me for being so flexible, my mom took me clothes shopping.
NEW CLOTHES! I have three new casual dresses (including one that is neither black nor grey!), a sweater, and two shrug type things for layering. As we were checking out I found a pair of underwear in my size on sale in a bin with "I <3 French Kissing" on the ass. I thought it was hilarious and asked my mom for it and... for some reason she agreed. AWESOME. Gonna save those for special French occasions that will probably never arise. Hahaha oh I am so delighted. They said "Your place or mine" over and over along the waistband.
Anyway our massive armful of groceries was supposed to come out to about $130, but we pointed out that a belt was missing off one dress (I would have probably chucked the belt anyway) and the girl made some kind of register mistake and ended up giving us the whole lot for $70. WHAT. And then my mom took me to this new frozen yoghurt place where you can load up this massive cup with all the flavours and toppings ever and they charge by weight. I went kinda crazy and ended up with snickerdoodle, white chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and oreo flavoured yoghurts topped with brownie chunks, oreos, cheesecake chunks, butterscotch chips, peanut butter chips, granola, graham cracker, caramel goo, reeses peanut butter goo, tiny nilla wafers... maybe other stuff, that's all I remember. It was a glorious smorgasbord.
Thanks for your comments guys. I know I'm doing a lot of bitching about my mom, but in reality I'm very lucky to have such parents. The problem is that I've always been really really close to my mom and this is the first time I've started thinking differently than her, so for the first time I'm seeing her as a flawed human being and not... magic. Most people go through this in high school, but hey, I guess I'm a late bloomer. So I'm learning to keep things from her. She has no idea I am still interested in Patrice and she has no idea I am getting a tattoo next week. The problem is I like to tell everybody everything... so I'm working on it.
The best thing about my parents is how free they let me feel despite my... idk, uptightness. Right after I graduated high school I planned a weeklong trip to NYC with a friend. I paid for everything, worked out the subways and trains myself, got all the show tickets, booked all the hotels... I spent six months planning the trip and I was TERRIFIED. My parents pretended to be totally chill about it though they were terrified too. Everything turned out fine and I fell in love with city life. The next winter I planned another slapdash trip to NYC to see LM again before it closed. Then a summer later I planned that trip to meet up with those awesome LM girls and go see the show in Québec. That was a scary one too, since I was alone for twelve hours on a train and I was going to meet people I only internet-knew for the first time, but it turned out amazing. Such a good trip. Then, a yearish later, that was the summer I went to Paris for the little LM convention. That one was even scarier, that was the time I missed the flight out of JFK and had to spend 24 hours in the baggage claim. But once again, it was amazing in the end. So study abroad was a natural step forward in my progression of travel-y independence, and second semester just made me completely fearless when it comes to travel. And now that I'm also not afraid to live life to the fullest, I can no longer understand people who aren't filled with... idk, wanderlust.
Anyway, things are fine, I'm getting my act together, I just needed to quit moping. In about a week that man is moving into my room, so organizing my massive piles of crap is another thing I can focus on. Also my groupie memoir needs attention.
My whiny American summer, or, "Learning How to Socialize About Things Other Than MOR the Hard Way."
All that shopping today made me think about how much I miss pimkie though. My brand loyalty thing is kind of ridiculous sometimes. But the jewelry at Rue 21 is RUBBISH compared to the jewelry at pimkie.
Also I'm trying to teach myself to spell things American again. Set all my spell checks from British English to American English for the first time since high school. Since American-ness is one of the traits by which people identified me in France, there's no need for me not to embrace that. Ehreen. Ehreeeeeeen. Yay.
But I still prefer "yoghurt" and "pyjamas" to "yogurt" and "pajamas". And I can't bear to leave the "u" out of "favourite" or "colour".M
Today my parents called asking me to bring the car home since the one they'd kept had finally died. To thank me for being so flexible, my mom took me clothes shopping.
NEW CLOTHES! I have three new casual dresses (including one that is neither black nor grey!), a sweater, and two shrug type things for layering. As we were checking out I found a pair of underwear in my size on sale in a bin with "I <3 French Kissing" on the ass. I thought it was hilarious and asked my mom for it and... for some reason she agreed. AWESOME. Gonna save those for special French occasions that will probably never arise. Hahaha oh I am so delighted. They said "Your place or mine" over and over along the waistband.
Anyway our massive armful of groceries was supposed to come out to about $130, but we pointed out that a belt was missing off one dress (I would have probably chucked the belt anyway) and the girl made some kind of register mistake and ended up giving us the whole lot for $70. WHAT. And then my mom took me to this new frozen yoghurt place where you can load up this massive cup with all the flavours and toppings ever and they charge by weight. I went kinda crazy and ended up with snickerdoodle, white chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and oreo flavoured yoghurts topped with brownie chunks, oreos, cheesecake chunks, butterscotch chips, peanut butter chips, granola, graham cracker, caramel goo, reeses peanut butter goo, tiny nilla wafers... maybe other stuff, that's all I remember. It was a glorious smorgasbord.
Thanks for your comments guys. I know I'm doing a lot of bitching about my mom, but in reality I'm very lucky to have such parents. The problem is that I've always been really really close to my mom and this is the first time I've started thinking differently than her, so for the first time I'm seeing her as a flawed human being and not... magic. Most people go through this in high school, but hey, I guess I'm a late bloomer. So I'm learning to keep things from her. She has no idea I am still interested in Patrice and she has no idea I am getting a tattoo next week. The problem is I like to tell everybody everything... so I'm working on it.
The best thing about my parents is how free they let me feel despite my... idk, uptightness. Right after I graduated high school I planned a weeklong trip to NYC with a friend. I paid for everything, worked out the subways and trains myself, got all the show tickets, booked all the hotels... I spent six months planning the trip and I was TERRIFIED. My parents pretended to be totally chill about it though they were terrified too. Everything turned out fine and I fell in love with city life. The next winter I planned another slapdash trip to NYC to see LM again before it closed. Then a summer later I planned that trip to meet up with those awesome LM girls and go see the show in Québec. That was a scary one too, since I was alone for twelve hours on a train and I was going to meet people I only internet-knew for the first time, but it turned out amazing. Such a good trip. Then, a yearish later, that was the summer I went to Paris for the little LM convention. That one was even scarier, that was the time I missed the flight out of JFK and had to spend 24 hours in the baggage claim. But once again, it was amazing in the end. So study abroad was a natural step forward in my progression of travel-y independence, and second semester just made me completely fearless when it comes to travel. And now that I'm also not afraid to live life to the fullest, I can no longer understand people who aren't filled with... idk, wanderlust.
Anyway, things are fine, I'm getting my act together, I just needed to quit moping. In about a week that man is moving into my room, so organizing my massive piles of crap is another thing I can focus on. Also my groupie memoir needs attention.
My whiny American summer, or, "Learning How to Socialize About Things Other Than MOR the Hard Way."
All that shopping today made me think about how much I miss pimkie though. My brand loyalty thing is kind of ridiculous sometimes. But the jewelry at Rue 21 is RUBBISH compared to the jewelry at pimkie.
Also I'm trying to teach myself to spell things American again. Set all my spell checks from British English to American English for the first time since high school. Since American-ness is one of the traits by which people identified me in France, there's no need for me not to embrace that. Ehreen. Ehreeeeeeen. Yay.
But I still prefer "yoghurt" and "pyjamas" to "yogurt" and "pajamas". And I can't bear to leave the "u" out of "favourite" or "colour".M
