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I had bottled water in my lunch. Now that I've gone off soda for a bit, I've been drinking water in a bottle every day. But today was the first day the water in a bottle was bottled water. There's a huge difference. I'm really hoping that this is temporary and my mom only bought the bottled water so I can collect bottles for putting regular water in, since I only had one bottle left and it was kind of 500 years old and gross and had my name scraped into the sticky gunk left from where I peeled the label off about 498 years ago.
I'm against bottled water, on principle. I mean, I don't mind much if other people drink it, although it irked me a while back when everyone was like "mmm, bottled water" and I thought they were doing it to be trendy, before I realized they were just doing it and it wasn't something that would go away. But me, I can't drink it. It bothers me to know that someone went to all the trouble of putting water in a bottle and that someone a bit closer to home went to all the trouble of buying it. If we had nasty tap water, I'd understand, but our tap water's pretty okay and I am pretty okay with it.
I highly doubt this was just a temporary one-pack sort of deal, because my mother is all about being proper when it comes to things like bottled water and graduation invitations. I tried to convince her that there was no reason to buy the super expensive school-issue invitations because I could make my own and they'd be a lot better and more personalized, and how many of the two people to whom I am sending them care anyway? She said it would look cheap. I said it would look awesome.
She also denied that my name is Dani. This was an unforeseen and unfortunate turn of events. I dislike formalities. I think they were made so that people could poke fun at them or at least protest loudly. With airhorns, if at all possible.
To solve my current problems, I believe I will run away and live in the woods near my house. The creek water will not be bottled, which will be good, but it will most likely be filled with diseases, which will be not so. Life will be very Bohemian, and I will be spiritually naked but probably not physically naked because it makes me uncomfortable and it's drawing on winter and a decade or so of Girl Scout training has not provided me with any working knowledge of the itchy plant world.
But I can make a damn good potholder.
I'm against bottled water, on principle. I mean, I don't mind much if other people drink it, although it irked me a while back when everyone was like "mmm, bottled water" and I thought they were doing it to be trendy, before I realized they were just doing it and it wasn't something that would go away. But me, I can't drink it. It bothers me to know that someone went to all the trouble of putting water in a bottle and that someone a bit closer to home went to all the trouble of buying it. If we had nasty tap water, I'd understand, but our tap water's pretty okay and I am pretty okay with it.
I highly doubt this was just a temporary one-pack sort of deal, because my mother is all about being proper when it comes to things like bottled water and graduation invitations. I tried to convince her that there was no reason to buy the super expensive school-issue invitations because I could make my own and they'd be a lot better and more personalized, and how many of the two people to whom I am sending them care anyway? She said it would look cheap. I said it would look awesome.
She also denied that my name is Dani. This was an unforeseen and unfortunate turn of events. I dislike formalities. I think they were made so that people could poke fun at them or at least protest loudly. With airhorns, if at all possible.
To solve my current problems, I believe I will run away and live in the woods near my house. The creek water will not be bottled, which will be good, but it will most likely be filled with diseases, which will be not so. Life will be very Bohemian, and I will be spiritually naked but probably not physically naked because it makes me uncomfortable and it's drawing on winter and a decade or so of Girl Scout training has not provided me with any working knowledge of the itchy plant world.
But I can make a damn good potholder.