Sunday, July 5th 2009

This is Alan Cumming.
He looks somewhat like a pixie, but I think it's quite cute. I'm glad that blogger has finally allowed me to post pictures again.

It's been quite a depressing day.
It started off happy, though. You know how you wake up in the morning and there's this crisp feeling in the air, excitement on special days like your birthday? Even the weather outside was lovely. Mild sunshine with a cool breeze, clear skies.
As the day moved on, it started getting worse. I really didn't want to have dinner with my family, as it is almost always never a happy occasion. There's always someone mean or grumpy, and a quarrel would break out. I had to, though. My parents forced me to stay home and have dinner with them, so I had to choose a place to eat at.
I had some trouble with that, because everything I rarely get to eat is expensive. It's only on these special occasions when I can choose what to eat, and it's very, very difficult to have meals with my family. I love cheese and pasta and heavy meat (lamb, beef, etc), but my parents hate cheese and refuse to eat anything with cheese in/on it. I don't really like Chinese food because I'm too often forced to have it at gatherings or other people's birthdays or weddings. My brother doesn't like anything spicy. So, it has become a pain to have meals with my family.
I spent my entire afternoon dithering about where to eat. I did research on the internet and read endless reviews of restaurants and their food. I've been wanting to try authentic French food, but I'm a little worried. What if I don't like it and waste my food and all that money? The Italian food is expensive here, but I've already had authentic Italian food in Italy (Whoa! <3),>thick, liquid chocolate to dip into). I think I'll go there sometime.

Anyway, Mom was being mean all afternoon. She's always been this mean, she needs to say something mean to amuse herself. She even suggested that Dad and I go to dinner without her, because she "won't like the food" at the places I chose. I was so upset, I tell you.
I cried like hell in my room while trying to do Maths, and outside the sky cried with me.
In the end, we went to dinner at Marche so everyone could choose from a selection of food. We ordered chicken, lamb, paella, mushrooms, potatoes and finished it off with a single slice of chocolate fudge cake, shared. It didn't end badly, but it wasn't a good day.
When we stopped by at Toys-R-Us, it allowed me to forget about being my 18 year-old self for a while and re-live a childhood that seems so long ago.