Mother-Daughter time

May 3, 2010

My McDonald's Crispy Chicken Club Sandwich couldn't taste any better. Doesn't being famished make food taste a thousand times yummier? At least that's what we say here. When you're hungry, you eat anything thats placed in front of you. Thankfully for me it was an exquisite sandwich with extra mayo and no tomatoes.

The day began with the life-changing decision of whether or not to wake up and go to school. The softness of my pillows convinced me. I skipped school and slept a little longer. Irresponsible, I know. Now that i think about it, I'm a bit behind in school work. Oh, well.

My mother came to my room at about 8:30 and asked me if I wanted to go to Beauty Expo that was being held today. Since I'm a die-hard fan of hair products and makeup, I jumped at the opportunity. I got dressed and primped in 10 minutes, a record time for someone like me. My mother is very... how should I put it? Adventurous? She signs up for classes that seem interesting to her at the moment, gets a big idea about opening her own shop, starts the preparations for everything, and then she throws it aside like a piece of garbage. She's taken jewelry classes, candle-making classes, sewing classes, and now she's taking cosmetology. According to her, we're the ones who don't support her dreams of making it on her own by doing something she's passionate about. How are we supposed to support her if she changes her mind every week?

At first I was excited about attending the expo. I put on heels, dried my hair, painted my lips red, and headed out hoping I'd bump into a potential boyfriend(p.s. I'm a hopeless romantic). I don't spend much bonding time with my mother because we spend at least half of it fighting. I could tell she was excited I was going with her. We arrived at 9:30 and spent a good 15 minutes running around the place trying to buy a ticket for this young lady. The first half an hour or so of the convention was interesting. An hour into the freaking expo all the booths lost their appeal. Walking around in platforms after my mother seeing table after endless table for four hours was reaching the boundaries of my patience. Very closely. "This is for her", I reminded myself, "think of it as a Mother's Day present. If it makes her happy suck it up and stop complaining." A glance at my mother's face granted a much needed dose of patience. My feet hurt, my back was aching, and I was starving. This must be karma for all the times I've disobeyed her. I've learned my lesson! I promise!

We finally got home at two o'clock, with my bag of my McDonald's of course. I devoured that thing in a minute. And I was still hungry. Damn athlete metabolism. As promised, I have made an entry for the day. Let's just hope I can keep this up for more than a week.

Oh, about the first entry (where I was supposed to describe myself so anyone who read my blog had a feeling they knew me from years ago), I've decided to let you come to the conclusion of who I am. Because, seriously, do you know who you are? Really? Do you know why you're here? Or what you want in life? I doubt it. So, feel free to leave as many comments as you like. I'll try to read them all and provide some feedback. Ask me anything you want and I'll do my best to give you the sincerest advice I can muster. I have to got practice in a few minutes so I'll be signing out now.

Sincerely yours,
bookworm16