confuzzled
current:::
music: {incubus - "pardon me" -- the acoustic version--}
food: KFC potato wedges...much love for these bad boys ;)
drink: my peach green tea stuffz.
clothes: gray sweat pants, purple spaghetti strap
worry: what mom's going to do about the gramma-cancer factor...
well, have i got quite the update for you whippersnappers...
current:::
music: {incubus - "pardon me" -- the acoustic version--}
food: KFC potato wedges...much love for these bad boys ;)
drink: my peach green tea stuffz.
clothes: gray sweat pants, purple spaghetti strap
worry: what mom's going to do about the gramma-cancer factor...
well, have i got quite the update for you whippersnappers...
yesterday i started to watch the butterfly effect with my father... i didn't like it. it was so òbscene . i couldn't take it, i kept walking out of the room because the images were much too bleak and painful for me. i could have done without the offensive terms and languages, not to mention the gestures and disturbing truths of the world. the mom and baby explode //which made me quite angry//, the dad films kiddie pôrn //when this part rode in, i went into the loo to vomit//....
i have to say however, it was a good movie, even though i only got to see three quarters of it. it portrayed the reality that we live in, the everyday horrôrs, the burns that we pass by. it was a great movie, fantastic, but i loathed it all the same. don't tell me that's not possible. because if there's one thing i've learned in my years of art education, it's very damned possible for one to admit that a certain piece of work is well-done, but deny it admiration at the same time. i've done it at several occasions.
but anywho, the only reason i enjoyed watching that movie is because it was ashton kutcher's kinda-sorta first try in drama. i have to say... the kid's multi-talented. he pulled off what jim carrey couldnt do in the majestic. i adored the way kutcher added a little humor to the disfunctional happenings.
a lot of people i know think ashton kutcher is a pretty-boy, fall head-over-heels gorgeous piece of eye candy. i personally think he is indeed one of the beautiful people in the world, yes... but of course he is, the man started out as a male môdel. and he's grown spectacularly. kudos kutcher ;)
so yes indeedy, while i was nearing the end of the flick, mom came home from the grocery store in a hissy fit. she was angry that i didn't tuck moira in, and that i didn't make myself dinner. my most sincerest apologies for not being hungry, momma. thou shalt punish me with a yard stick, you wayward wench ;x and about the moira thing? she always comes home at night and scolds me for putting her to sleep."where's my baby!? why is she in bed!?" wtf to that. so she was shouting at me like i had just commited mûrder in the first degree, her face was all red, her little vein was throbbing, she was sweating... just being the maniacal lunatic she is. so when we went outside to get the groceries from the trunk of the car, we were going at it like two lions in the coliseum. she told me to shut up because she didn't want the ~neighbors~ to hear us. i screamed out "no i'm not going to shut up, i want every one to know how fureakin' psychotic you are!"
...i'm not as dêad as i thought i'd be.
hah, i'm still alive. instead of her kîlling me right there on the spot, she just shrugged it off and went inside to complain to dad. he said nothing about it, because secretly... he agreed with me.
so then mom focused her rage onto my dad for letting me get away with calling her psychotic. he just sat there watching the movie... ignoring her. god, how masterful he was. i can't wait until i develop blocking-out skills. i hope they're hereditary...
so mom and i were still yelling at each other. i opened the bottom cubbard to put the cereal boxes away...i moved one of the pasta boxes to the side, and guess what! it tipped over, and all the lovely swirly noodles splattered onto the kitchen floor. my mom scolded me once more for being such a "useless clutzy blob" and i had the stinging urge to just...throw the little twirly noodles at her. oh, only if i could have gotten away with it. when i had finished my duty of putting the noodles back in their box, my mother told me that we're having them for dinner tonight. ~_o
i know that a very handsome portion of you all that are reading this, are taking my mother's side in this feud, because that said portion of you are already mothers and fathers to your own children. i respect that... but if you were to just spend 15 minutes with my mother, i can guarantee you would spend 10 of those 15 minutes plotting her downfall.
i have to say however, it was a good movie, even though i only got to see three quarters of it. it portrayed the reality that we live in, the everyday horrôrs, the burns that we pass by. it was a great movie, fantastic, but i loathed it all the same. don't tell me that's not possible. because if there's one thing i've learned in my years of art education, it's very damned possible for one to admit that a certain piece of work is well-done, but deny it admiration at the same time. i've done it at several occasions.
but anywho, the only reason i enjoyed watching that movie is because it was ashton kutcher's kinda-sorta first try in drama. i have to say... the kid's multi-talented. he pulled off what jim carrey couldnt do in the majestic. i adored the way kutcher added a little humor to the disfunctional happenings.
a lot of people i know think ashton kutcher is a pretty-boy, fall head-over-heels gorgeous piece of eye candy. i personally think he is indeed one of the beautiful people in the world, yes... but of course he is, the man started out as a male môdel. and he's grown spectacularly. kudos kutcher ;)
so yes indeedy, while i was nearing the end of the flick, mom came home from the grocery store in a hissy fit. she was angry that i didn't tuck moira in, and that i didn't make myself dinner. my most sincerest apologies for not being hungry, momma. thou shalt punish me with a yard stick, you wayward wench ;x and about the moira thing? she always comes home at night and scolds me for putting her to sleep."where's my baby!? why is she in bed!?" wtf to that. so she was shouting at me like i had just commited mûrder in the first degree, her face was all red, her little vein was throbbing, she was sweating... just being the maniacal lunatic she is. so when we went outside to get the groceries from the trunk of the car, we were going at it like two lions in the coliseum. she told me to shut up because she didn't want the ~neighbors~ to hear us. i screamed out "no i'm not going to shut up, i want every one to know how fureakin' psychotic you are!"
...i'm not as dêad as i thought i'd be.
hah, i'm still alive. instead of her kîlling me right there on the spot, she just shrugged it off and went inside to complain to dad. he said nothing about it, because secretly... he agreed with me.
so then mom focused her rage onto my dad for letting me get away with calling her psychotic. he just sat there watching the movie... ignoring her. god, how masterful he was. i can't wait until i develop blocking-out skills. i hope they're hereditary...
so mom and i were still yelling at each other. i opened the bottom cubbard to put the cereal boxes away...i moved one of the pasta boxes to the side, and guess what! it tipped over, and all the lovely swirly noodles splattered onto the kitchen floor. my mom scolded me once more for being such a "useless clutzy blob" and i had the stinging urge to just...throw the little twirly noodles at her. oh, only if i could have gotten away with it. when i had finished my duty of putting the noodles back in their box, my mother told me that we're having them for dinner tonight. ~_o
i know that a very handsome portion of you all that are reading this, are taking my mother's side in this feud, because that said portion of you are already mothers and fathers to your own children. i respect that... but if you were to just spend 15 minutes with my mother, i can guarantee you would spend 10 of those 15 minutes plotting her downfall.
anywho, after we put all the stuff in their proper places, i didn't stick around to watch the end of movie. i just went into my room, my sanctuary, and got in bed. i screamed into my pillow several times before my vocal cords grew tired. then i just fell asleep. ideal, is it not?
my grandmother's got cancer, she's bleeding endlessly... i'm not even going to touch that subject. too fragile, i am. it pains me to know that my mother isn't going to go visit her and be by her side as she ales. if only i could just stuff her in a duffle bag and send her to mexico (that's where my grandmother is, i wouldnt send my mother to mexico just to rot in the dust. not now at least, i'll save that for when my gramma's healthy) it's not like we dont have enough money for her to take a plane to mexico. we have just enough. i'll frickin' give her my pickle jar full of change if need be...
ugh, i'm going to go read something.
later days, ya hoolagins ('',)
Colleen~
my grandmother's got cancer, she's bleeding endlessly... i'm not even going to touch that subject. too fragile, i am. it pains me to know that my mother isn't going to go visit her and be by her side as she ales. if only i could just stuff her in a duffle bag and send her to mexico (that's where my grandmother is, i wouldnt send my mother to mexico just to rot in the dust. not now at least, i'll save that for when my gramma's healthy) it's not like we dont have enough money for her to take a plane to mexico. we have just enough. i'll frickin' give her my pickle jar full of change if need be...
ugh, i'm going to go read something.
later days, ya hoolagins ('',)
Colleen~
