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This song makes me so happy. It makes me wish that I had a reasonably decent relationship with my father. This song does the impossible.

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My mom insisted that I eat my birthday dinner so that my dad could join us as he leaves on my birthday to go to France (BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER, no?). This is all fine and dandy, I really don’t care when we eat it. In fact, I don’t care if we eat together at all as dinner time generally is unpleasant, but I digress. Upon my mom asking me what I wanted for my special dinner (we get what we want for our dinner), I requested simply that we eat together veggie-style. I told her that I would make it, but that I’d really like if we ate together for the first time in a really long time. BUT ALAS, that could not be the case. My mom insisted there was corn because my dad really wanted it. I agreed. As previously expressed, I don’t even care whether or not we eat together, adding corn isn’t going to bother me. Even though I was slightly peeved by it, I was relatively fine with the fact that my dad yelled at me and my mom and said that we were having steak instead. That which set me off was that my Dad got pissy when I went to make my dinner, because he claims that I shouldn’t have to cook on my birthday, which is not today anyway. To add salt to an open wound, my parents jointly told me that my dinner was their vegetable side dish for the evening. Humph. 

For funsies, I’ll include snippets of what my parents are saying while I’m typing this. They’re watching Fox News.
“They’re so ignorant.” “Sterilize them all!” “That’s not a family.” 

Today, I shall add about $190 to my Europe fund. :)

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As for Prom, well, I am sometimes excited, but then I remember that I don’t really care. I  would much rather go to a beautiful, unheard-of coffee shop with a few close friends so that we could reminisce about our times together and enjoy ourselves without getting sweaty. But alas, I am not the one who establishes cultural norms. If I did, the coffee shop would be a tea shop and dance class attendance would be necessary to go to Prom.

BUT I found a prom dress that I like for $60, not that I care or anything.