memory #4 - the day i cried over a sandwich..

yeah. its true. i cried over a sandwich.. [chun, allen and hanson can vouch for it if they remember] but hey. i admit it. im more sensitive than id like to admit, and i care more than it seems..

i went through a stage where i liked to wake up a bit earlier, and make my own sandwhiches.. and i'd have to tell my mum the night before to not make me a sandwich, cause she used to make htem for me.. so the convo pretty much went like this the night before

mc: mum.. dont make me a sandwich tomorrow.. im gonna make it myself, okay?
mum: what are you gonna chuck in it?
mc: umm.. carrot, lettuce, cheese, cucumber, tomato..

so i wake up the next morning, all hyped up and ready to make my sandwich.. and theres already one on the kitchen bench.. so i was just like "huh? aww.. wth! ><"

mc: MUUMMM!!! i told you to let me make it myself!!
mum: if you dont want to take it, just leave it and make your own
mc: *feeling guilty and pissed as hell*

i ended up making my own, and eating my mums sandwich..

mum: why are you eating it? just leave it.. ill eat it later
mc: umm nah.. its okay.. you wouldnt eat it.. youd just leave it in the fridge

man. i felt so bad.. cause she put the effort in of making the sandwich, and all id done was just chuck a mini tantrum..

so when i told my story to hanson on the train, i started crying over it.. not like one or two tears.. but from casula or something all the way up to school..


i suppose it seems silly to cry over it, but small things like that really upset me..

i mean.. i came home from uni yesterday, and my mum said she'd bought me a Guess top..

mc: is it a jumper or tshirt?
mum: no
mc thinks: crap. its a long-sleeve.. i dont wear long sleeves ><
mum: its a long sleeve.. i got it so you can wear it this winter
mc: i cant wear those! you know that! just return it, mum

i felt so bad, and so upset, cause of all people, i wouldve thought that my mum would know that i cant/dont wear long sleeve shirts! all the tops i have are tshirts.. and i just cant wear longsleeves.. theyre so pointless, because theyre about the same thickness as a tshirt, and i end up rolling the sleeves up.. so theres no point [i think so, anyway]

when we got home

mum: do you wanna see the top?
mc: nope
mum brings it out anyway.. as she unfolds it, im thinking 'omg. i hate it already'
mc: gah.. i hate the diamantes! i only wear the one i have cause my cousin gave it!
mum: so you dont like it?
mc: nope. just return it, mum..

see.. the problem with the top was that it had all those diamante things all over it.. and i dont really like those kind of styles, because if one falls off, it screws up the entire shirt, and if its an expensive one [like in this case] its such a waste..

and yeah. i cried over this shirt too. twice. i was so upset, and mad.. and my mum was pretty upset too..