|Current mood:|| exhausted|
|Current music:||radiohead - "molasses"|
So I get a 50$ a week allowence for renting movies. WTF, I didn't even get that in a month for my REGULAR allowence from my parents. I rented three DVDs (which before Friday night I had never used, at all). I'm probably going to take them back tonight. I want to buy one of them, though I talked to James about it, and he said I should totally take advantage of the fact that they're giving me this much money.
Yesterday, my aunt woke me up really fucking early (around seven). I had fallen asleep on my couch, and she freaked out. "Do you not like your bed? Is it not comfortable enough?" I just had to explain to her I fell asleep watching movies is all. So she rushed me to get ready, because she was taking me shopping. Now, I don't know about any of you, but it doesn't take me three hours to get ready. I was in and out of the shower in ten minutes, dressed and ready to go in twenty. I fell back asleep waiting for her to get ready. Maria re-woke me up at nine:thirty for breakfast.
Let me just say, I hate shopping with other people. It was like torture. She was trying to get me into all these preppy clothes like J Crew and Abergojaoigs and fitch. After I settled on a few sundresses (which she had to FORCE me to get into), underwear, socks, and bras we made a comprimise. She would give me her credit atm card, and let me do the shopping. So we went back to the house, and she got Maria to take me.
First we went to a few plaes in the mall (oh it was horrid), where I got some dickies. Then at Maria's suggestion I got a few pairs of "girl jeans". I also picked up about five pull over hoodies, and three zip up hoodies, all in different colors. I got a new pair of taylors (my old pair is perfectly fine, I say). Then Maria wanted to stop by a few thrift stores, because she got paid on friday, and needed some new shirts. This is basically where I bought all of my shirts. I ended up buying 30 shirts, for about 35$.
The worst was coming home and showing everything to my aunt. She frowned a bit, but admitted at least they were better than my current clothes. When my uncle came home from golfing, he told her it was the new "thing" to dress all "independent" i almost laughed my ass off.
This wasn't enough for my aunt though, because she woke me up early again this morning. I had to go buy knee highs for my uniform, dress shoes, and a few more dress clothes, because tonight we're having dinner with a few of our neighbors to "introduce" me.
I am exhausted, and never want to shop again in my life!
I also had a discussion with them last night over dinner (which they force me to call dinner, it is not called supper). They do not want me getting a job, even though I'm old enough. They want me to focus of my grades. If I keep my grades up, they will continue to give me allowences each week.
For movies each week : 50$
For personal items: 50$ (come on now, how much can I really spend on tampons/face wash each week. this equals hoarding money)
Clothing (unless special occasion/ something is needed I don't have): 50$ (another hoarding really)
So basically, they are shelling out 200$ to me a week. All on different days. COME ON, I come from a poor upbringing, WHERE IN THE HELL AM I GOING TO SPEND 200$ a week? It sounds like they are just ENCOURAGING me to form a coke habit or something.
I might send some of it to James every week. I think that'd be good. I refuse to become spoiled, but fuck me if it isn't everything I've dreamed of since I was little. When I didn't have neat toys to play with. I'd play this game "Things I'd buy if I was rich." Of course it always got out of hand at the "pony" part, but fuck I was seven.
So tonight is the dreaded semi-formal dinner with some of the neighborhood. I have to wear this uncomfortable black dress with these uncomfortable dress shoes. My aunt says something has to be done with my "long ratty hair". Egh, watch she'll drag me out later today for that. I will hurt people.
Tomorrow I tour the school, meet my teachers, and begin my life in a fucking private school.
I am home-sick.