Today was a very ... something ... day. There's just no other way to describe today. It was just ... something. It all started with waiting for my daddy to get home so he could take my mum and me into Edmonton. My mum decided to sing. Loudly. Now, usually I can handle my mum's singing. Yes, it is completely off tune, and often-times you wouldn't recognize the song if she wasn't actually singing the right lyrics, but most days I can handle it with a sigh and a little mental cringing. Today was not one of those days. After half an hour, I gave up and fled to the relative quiet of my room and buried myself under my blankets and pillow with my radio on. Peace at last.
My dad finally came home and we jumped into the truck (all three of us in the front seat, I hasten to add) and booted it into Edmonton. I hate being squished in the front between my parents, it's just uncomfortable. But I went off to my happy place, so it was bearable. Mum and I were dropped off at Kingsway (daddy had a performance with the band elsewhere) and commenced our shopping experience. I hate shopping with a burning passion equaled only by my hatred of grade 9 math class. That is some strong emotion.
Right off, I refused to go into the Disney store. I'm sorry, but I've had enough of happily ever after propaganda. It doesn't exist, I've moved on. My mother, however, has not. So I took myself off to La Vie En Rose whilst she Disneyed. The salesgirl was very helpful. We decided on a bustier, and I went to try it on only to discover it takes more than one person to operate. So, lacking my mother, the salesgirl had to stuff me in and hook me up. Oh wow. Just wow. For those of you who don't know what a bustier looks like, it is a kissing cousins of a corset. It has straps and garter straps, boning, cups, and a hook and eye back. Mare could not breathe. Despite her relatively small size, Mare could not breathe. I don't know what was shoved where, and I don't particularly want to, but I could not even lean over. It felt like body armor. Honest to goodness, I felt like Xena: Warrior Princess, only Mare: Warrior Princess. I bought it. So now, Mare will not only be buff rough tough at grad because of her working out, but she will also be wearing body armor favored by Warrior Princesses and Mare's alike.
Church was absolutely horrendous. I slaughtered the parts of mass as well as my songs. And Mrs Wilson was as nasally as ever. And I can't sing. Oh, and Fr Stanley's homily was all about sex. He even made a joke about it. Kind of pervy really.
But what do I care? I'm Mare: Warrior Princess. I can kick ass.
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wow, sounds like mine. A lot. No bending over allowed, and sitting down only for four or five minutes at a time. I don't know how i'll live through the dinner. Today i must exercise...i need to be able to breathe for, say, six hours that night....
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