So I've come to terms with the fact I can't control everything in my life. Thats ok. Well, for the most part, anyway. Like for instance.
Waiting for my damn mother to hurry up and pick out the right type of tomato sauce.
"Honey, do you think I should get the meat sauce? Or the garlic and herb sauce?" She now asks me, and turns to me holding two types of sauce.
"Mom, its the same brand, and its got tomato in it. It serves an equal purpouse." I answer, now looking at some random soup cans.
"Honey, there is a huge difference; I mean, look! This one's got bits of meat in it, and this one doesn't have any at all!" She puts both of them back and stares at them some more.
"Just get the regular if you're having such a having such a hard time choosing!" I snap at her, just so she can shut up and get this whole grocery shopping thing over with.
"Fine." She wraps her hand around the jar, but then hesitates. "Ooh, but the other regular sauce is on sale! But this one's good, too!"
Insert facepalm here.
"Ugh, I'm going to the magazine section." I say and high-tail it out of that hienous isle. Never in my life have I ever met someone as crazy as my mother.
No wait, I take that back. I'm as crazy as my mother. But a good crazy that makes people laugh, not a naggy worrysome crazy! As I walk hastily torwards the magazine isle, I fume about this. I mean, wouldn't you? Crazyness...Can be really confusing to categorize! Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my musings when my pocket vibrates.
*Yes! Salvation!*
I reach into my pocket with haste as I flip it open. A text from an unknown texter. *Ooh, the mystery!* I think sarcastically as I open up the text. My face falls at the message. Its a chain letter. *No, not salvation.* I think bitterly as I jab the delete button. I mean, really ! Who invented those annoying things?! I'm so sure that some kid wearing a mask is going to murder me in 12 hours if I don't forward the damn thing. And I'm super positive that I will be kissed tomorrow if I send the stupid chain letter to atleast 10 people. I'm sooo sure. I ram my cellphone into my pocket, its little cellphone charms jingling as I do so.
And lets face facts here, folks. I'm a freaking nerd who likes to rp, play videogames, read comics and mangas, drool over anime, etc. There is no way, no way I'm going to get a boyfriend in the next 24 hours if I forward a damn chain letter. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nein. How many languages do I have to say to get that point across?
I finally reach my destination, and slow my pace to look for a MAD magazine or a Shonen Jump magazine. I finally find a MAD, and lean against the rack to read it.
Or atleast attempt to, for you see...Some dude's eyeing me.
He looks about 13, and he's got zits galore, not to mention a skater-boy look to him. I look from over my magazine at him, and simply say; "Can I help you?"
"Your'e in the way." He retorts, with a bored tone in his voice.
I look up, realizing that I'm right in front of some skater magazines. Figures.
"Oh, sorry." I say, and move aside so he can get to his precious magazines. He then quickly grabs one, and strides off. No, I should probably say 'wheels off,' due to his sneakers being the skating kind of sneakers as well.
I roll my eyes and go back to my original position, reading some of the gags that celebreties do in the form of a comic.
(I might add more, but I'm stuck.)
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