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Mar. 16th, 2004 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charloweenYesterday after school Reed and I went out to the new movie store in town(still accepting resumes, Meg)and rented:
- Dreamcatcher (Reed hasn't seen it and it still makes me laugh)
- School of Rock (Reed's choice)
- Things to do in Denver When You're Dead (my choice)
So we get home and start watching Dreamcatcher and then he tells me "I have to be at work in an hour". So we didn't finish the movie. Feh.
Then I thought, hey, I'll give Grant a call, see if he's interested in seeing any of these movies. That didn't happen. Reed went to work. I sat around and read Jude the Obscure (I found a cupboard of old books... woo-hoo). Mum got home. She wanted to watch School of Rock. I did homework and half-watched School of Rock. It's cute enough, but Jack Black isn't the most subtle of actors. It can be a bit much. Still didn't call Grant by 9:30. Had to pick Reed up from work, deliver him to my grandmother's place and then get back home and sleep so I could go to school unzombiefied. Reed was 20 minutes late getting out of work (after 11pm) the entry button-keypad thing at g-ma's place was dead so the security guy had to call up and let him in. I waited with Reed.
I didn't get home until nearly midnight, I didn't go to Grant's and I didn't watch Things to do in Denver When You're Dead and probably won't until Thursday because I'm either at school, working or asleep. I haven't been getting enough sleep so right now I'm not only tired but bitchy, frazzled and my lips are tingly and my eyes feel like they're made of hot lead.
I'm glad I'm not sick. Because that would really really suck.
There was an annoying mother in Pizza Pizza when I went for lunch. I wanted to hit her and yell "Your son is a thinking human being and not a stupid doll! He can hear you, doesn't need baby-talk to understand and he's intelligent enough to manipulate you into buying him Pepsi!" Pepsi to that woman is a "junk drink". It sounds like she read that in a parenting magazine. Junk food, junk drink. Fucking 'Today's Parent'-taught soccer mom-bitch. The kid was ten or eleven and it took him less than two minutes to smile and whine the woman into buying pop instead of apple juice.
The kid was 10. 10! The mother was a pushover. She was so enthusiastic and fake that it was positively sickening. It's not kids I hate, it's the retarded parents who make these kids hate-able who are truly detestable.
Of course, I bought Pepsi myself, and not a healthier drink but a) if I'm already eating pizza what the hell does it matter if I've got pop, and b) I'm not so shallow and scared of harming my emotional development (that's already done, dear) that I would allow myself to be clearly manipulated into giving myself whatever the hell I wanted.
I hate stupid people. Especially mothers who raise spoiled brats because they're afraid of their kids. That's what it comes down to. Fear: the kid will get tooth decay/get fat so no pop BUT he'll hate me for life if I don't give it to him, so... Oh look! I got walked all over by a 10-year-old! Way to be.
- Dreamcatcher (Reed hasn't seen it and it still makes me laugh)
- School of Rock (Reed's choice)
- Things to do in Denver When You're Dead (my choice)
So we get home and start watching Dreamcatcher and then he tells me "I have to be at work in an hour". So we didn't finish the movie. Feh.
Then I thought, hey, I'll give Grant a call, see if he's interested in seeing any of these movies. That didn't happen. Reed went to work. I sat around and read Jude the Obscure (I found a cupboard of old books... woo-hoo). Mum got home. She wanted to watch School of Rock. I did homework and half-watched School of Rock. It's cute enough, but Jack Black isn't the most subtle of actors. It can be a bit much. Still didn't call Grant by 9:30. Had to pick Reed up from work, deliver him to my grandmother's place and then get back home and sleep so I could go to school unzombiefied. Reed was 20 minutes late getting out of work (after 11pm) the entry button-keypad thing at g-ma's place was dead so the security guy had to call up and let him in. I waited with Reed.
I didn't get home until nearly midnight, I didn't go to Grant's and I didn't watch Things to do in Denver When You're Dead and probably won't until Thursday because I'm either at school, working or asleep. I haven't been getting enough sleep so right now I'm not only tired but bitchy, frazzled and my lips are tingly and my eyes feel like they're made of hot lead.
I'm glad I'm not sick. Because that would really really suck.
There was an annoying mother in Pizza Pizza when I went for lunch. I wanted to hit her and yell "Your son is a thinking human being and not a stupid doll! He can hear you, doesn't need baby-talk to understand and he's intelligent enough to manipulate you into buying him Pepsi!" Pepsi to that woman is a "junk drink". It sounds like she read that in a parenting magazine. Junk food, junk drink. Fucking 'Today's Parent'-taught soccer mom-bitch. The kid was ten or eleven and it took him less than two minutes to smile and whine the woman into buying pop instead of apple juice.
The kid was 10. 10! The mother was a pushover. She was so enthusiastic and fake that it was positively sickening. It's not kids I hate, it's the retarded parents who make these kids hate-able who are truly detestable.
Of course, I bought Pepsi myself, and not a healthier drink but a) if I'm already eating pizza what the hell does it matter if I've got pop, and b) I'm not so shallow and scared of harming my emotional development (that's already done, dear) that I would allow myself to be clearly manipulated into giving myself whatever the hell I wanted.
I hate stupid people. Especially mothers who raise spoiled brats because they're afraid of their kids. That's what it comes down to. Fear: the kid will get tooth decay/get fat so no pop BUT he'll hate me for life if I don't give it to him, so... Oh look! I got walked all over by a 10-year-old! Way to be.
