The Things She Carried
I finally took some medicine for my shopping deprivation and went to the mall yesterday with Michelle and Ed. I spent too much money yesterday. I blew my weekly budget in one day. Ugh. And I still have to put gas in my car because my dad told me he was going to and never did. I did buy things I needed/liked at the mall though. I got this skirt at Old Navy with my 15% off coupon, I got a pair of grey pants at Banana Republic, I got 6 pairs of undies at Victoria's Secret (for $15! I had a free undie plus $10 off any purchase and the Pink undies were 5 for $25) and I thought "Maaaybe I should give this LoveCulture place a second shot..." Yeah no. I bought this one shirt for work but walking through that store it was blinding amounts of colors and stuff I might have liked back when I was 15. Then Michelle and I split the bill at Flanigan's (my poor wallet!) and I thought to myself "I am going to have no control over my money in Germany." I think I will be ok, I just worry about the weekend trip to Prague and possibly Munich because I don't know how much that is going to set me back. We went to Stefano's house afterward because the guys were going to do a poker night. Michelle and I were the two lonesome girls. It lasted 4 hours. Nick won (Yay! And then he used it for gas, lol) and Gaby and Ed were split for second.
When I got home, there was a giant red grasshopper on the door like a few inches away from the handle and I was freaking out thinking if I opened the door, the motion would cause it to jump on me. It didn't. It still scared me.
Today I have been fighting with my mother all morning. She really pisses me off. She expects me to be perfect and when I don't do things like she would or how she wanted, she gets extremely mad and starts yelling at me. She made me go to Publix before breakfast to buy bread, and mozzerella and proscuitto because she wanted to make a panini. She never told me the panini was her breakfast. When she saw that I brought Cuban bread she threw a tantrum and started yelling about how I ruined her day and how I should have known to bring a different kind of bread. The yelling went on for about 10 minutes. Then when I mopped the house she started saying how I was probably doing everything wrong because I didn't take as long as she did. I can never do ANYTHING to please my mother. Lately she has been more irritating than ever. I told her I came home yesterday at 2:30 and she was like "Why were you out so late? What are you doing that you have to come home so late? I don't want you coming home so late" She can't accept that I am 21 and not a baby anymore. I love my mom but every day I can stand her less and less. I can't wait to go to Germany and be away for 20 something days.