| details: At 7:02 AM this morning, the process of "back to school" shopping began (*groan), starting with the dreaded trying on of the old clothes. In case you don't know me (at all), I dislike shopping with my mom. More than anything I dislike shopping with any member of my family. This beginning step in the "back to school" course of action (clothing-wise of course) is the worst. Worse than shopping or trying on new clothes. It's trying on the old clothes that, year after year, my mom manages to hold on to (to force me to wear on days when I upset her, I suppose). So she makes me go through all of my clothes (which really isn't that much, but is drawn out into an unbelievable time of about 3.5 hours). I go through all my clothes: shorts, "capri" pants, long pants, skirts, skorts, shirts, sweaters, sweatshirts ... blah. I try on all of the outfits (and she makes sure I try on EVERY one of them), I prove to her that they fit / do not fit, and then I hang them back up. My mom likes to make a mess in my room digging through my drawers and my desk while I'm trying on the clothes also. My goal is to keep as many of the old clothes that visibly fit well as possible. This puts off or completely erases the need to go shopping. If it doesn't seem necessary, usually my mom will simply ... forget. Happy Noodle Boy Issue- Here's the problem: I love my shirt. LOVE IT. And I'm told often not to fall in love with inanimate objects, but I don't care. I completely love the shirt. It's been washed so many times that it's color has gone from this: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII to this: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Now this didn't bother me at all, but (of course), my mom despised the shirt. This "sorting of the clothing" thing she was doing was the perfect oportunity to do away with my much loved t-shirt. And she did. Well ... not exactly ... Before she threw it in the bag, and it was in the process of getting thrown out, I cut out the t-shirt. YES ... you heard me! I cut out the image on the front AND back of the shirt. I plan to display it in some gigantically viewable location in my room. Irritating for my mom I hope it to be. Heh ... I'm evil. I think I'll put it on my door. My front door. BWAHAHAHAHA-cough. I'll probably end up putting it on my locker door or something later on. |
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