recaps on a trip home.
Thursday, June 26th, 2008man. coming home can’t help but render me a negative nancy. no wonder i was so damn emo in high school. seems like the less time i spend away from home (read: my mom) the more positive i am.
yesterday after dinner, my mom turns to my brother and is like, “THANKS FOR THE PHOTO FRAME!” uhh, and i was like, “WHAT ABOUT ME?” the person who bought the photo frame and uploaded pictures on it to BEGIN with… my brother didn’t do shit. he hasn’t even paid me for it yet. W T F. this shit always happens. i am starting to hate giving them presents.
the bitching never stops. yesterday i wore a pair of sneakers to the wedding, with my dress. i made sure to hop in the car really quick before mom could see. later in the car she asked me what shoes i wore and i mumbled sneakers and she freaked out. later she thought it looked okay, though, particularly because people also said it was fine and fashionable.
strangely they were somewhat lax about my lip ring. at first they were like WTF but they got used to it and then started to make fun of me and each other — they went from absolutely hating it and saying i wasn’t a little kid anymore to my mom telling my dad that she would put one on his top and bottom lip and sew them together. lol.
today i was going to go to san francisco by myself so that i could go to the moma. that woulda been nice but my mom ended up tagging along. dreadful. so many complaints about every little fucking thing possible. fuck. i can see myself like that sometimes and it’s fucking terrifying. not nearly AS much but man. too much even if it’s half as much. jesus.
sometimes her bitching is concern but most of the time it’s just really really annoying. maybe a combination of both actually. bleh. at the MoMA she also hated all of the art that was not photo-real or kind of intricate… basically anything that is not straight-forward painting. meh. i care not to explain such things although all i said to her about some of the older ‘uncreative’ pieces was that the reason the pieces were significant was because they were created in 1900, not in 2008. i think that went over her head and/or she did not care.
during dinner we ran into nancy’s parents and there was talk about how it was great that i came back for james’ wedding. earlier in the dinner my mom brought up that since her and dad gave $500 as a wedding present, hopefully james and grace didn’t think that the $500 was including me and phil as well. i mean, that’s a reasonable sentiment to have but when james’ parents came by she was like, “yeah! vivian was sooo excited to come back and told me to hurry up and go buy james a wedding present because she couldn’t wait to buy them a present.” LIKE WTF. what kind of freaking lie is that. and to like, one of your best friends?? so fucking fake.
afterwards, i was like, “why did you say that?” and she said it was to just make sure that they knew that i had bought my own separate present. it’s not like it wasn’t written on the freaking cards. FREAKS. chinese people, i swear. my dad doesn’t give a fuck but my mom, man. insane. so yeah pretty much i wanted to die all day. +__+ good thing i had a book to keep me occupied part of the time…
and uh yeah that’s why i won’t be moving back anytime soon. i think i will go pretty much INSANE. i am *definitely* the black sheep of the family. jeebus.
that being said every time i come back now i’ve been exploring san francisco, as i never really was much allowed to go there during high school except for the occasional trip (followed by really anal prodding). yesterday sherry and i went to golden gate park — which i have not been to before — and went to the deyoung museum inside it. it was kind of rad. <a href=”http://artandmusic.wordpress.com”>see pictures here!</a>
on a random note, i always get sick in enclosed cars from the fumes… i always thought they were kinda harmless though but my parents got a rental car and since california requires (i think this is a rather new law) stickers on things that have cancer-causing materials in them, the window of this ford focus — which smelled inside — said that items used in building the car are known to the state of california to cause cancer. so i’m not just being a freak. it’s good to open the window, kids. being holed up in a stuffy, smelly new car is BAD. good to know my being nauseous from new car smells is actually legitimate.