"Just close your eyes and think of England."

Mood: neutral
Music: 'Thinking of You' - A Perfect Circle

Today I spent thirty-three of The Mother's hard-earned dollars at Allison's for a shampoo and a half-inch off my hair. She was really pleased. (...Just joking!)
But more interestingly, I am once again to be referred to as 'The Skeleton Child' around The Mother's friends and co-workers, for today she reinstated the "My Daughter is Anorexic" campaign out of the blue, even though I've stayed within three pounds of the same weight ever since Christmas. Granted, I ring in a little low on a BMI calculator (normally I'm about an 18.3 - which is considered underweight by two tenths) but those things don't even take into account a couple of wonderful things known as metabolism and lifestyle. You see, theoretically to be anorexic you need to not eat - that's where we run into a snag in my mother's masterful hypothesis. Unless I'm over my head in emotional trauma and therefore too sick to consider eating, I don't 'deprive' myself. I'm also not a huge fan of indulging in junk food (with the exception of Cinnabon ;-) ) and I don't particularly like feeling full. Due to these circumstances, I don't eat as much as most people and I really fail to see where this translates into being afflicted with an eating disorder.
Normally, I'd just giggle and forget about it (silly Mother!) but the fact that she's so thoroughly convinced I have a psychological disease kind of irritates me to the point of mild amusement. Just how she won't drop it and in my mind she sounds so stupid I'm forced to laugh. ...But hell, maybe this is just karma for continually wondering if The Maestro's screwing around with Blondie, or vice versa.

Onward!

Today on the whole I really did nothing. Another day of my life slipped away with nothing to show for it (I've actually grown quite accustomed to that lately). For my enlightenment, I filled out a 1500 point purity test which revealed that I am a whopping 92.1% pure. But back to the whole 'day of my life slipping away' thought... I didn't get around to watching part two of said documentary - instead I watched All The Real Girls - a real feel-good movie. Comparatively, it made my life look less messed up. That felt good.

...That's all, folks!