I woke up at 10:30 today. I immediately texted my mom.
We had plans to have breakfast, and I assumed it I wasn't awake, that she wasn't either.
Turns out she came up to wake me at around nine, but I didn't budge so she left me be. I got up and changed quickly into denim jeans and a plain black v-neck. I brushed my teeth and my hair, grabbed my glasses and trod down the stairs.
It was eleven by then. We'd agreed the night before that if we were gonna go to Pinky's (a restaurant about a mile away) we'd probably have to get up before nine and get there at nine thirty. We decided just to go check wait times and if it wasn't too long, we'd just wait.
We went and the wait wasn't too long so we waited until we were sat at the end of the bar. Signs about Texas hung on the walls, along with one saying "unattended children will be given an espresso and a free kitten" which I've seen a couple times and I've always found humorous.
After we left we went to a Paris flea market that I've been dying to go to since the day we moved here. But it was disappointing. There was nothing under two hundred dollars and we left. We went home.
After a little while, we went to an antique shop. At least where google maps had told me the antique shop was. When we arrived at the place, it didn't exist. So my mom showed me a place that she likes to go to. It was all beautiful and it allowed dogs. But it all seemed so fragile. Too much glass, too many sharp edges.
I got a picture with a beautiful poem on it. The picture looked as if it's been drawn by children, but the story written on it was so poetic. It contrasted so wonderfully.
We went to Michaels and got a picture frame, a Van Gogh poster (his painting of the cafe terrace or something along those lines). I contemplated being a really good friend a getting chase a Beatles poster because he wanted new posters for his walls. But my mom said no because she'd already spent a bunch of money on stuff that day.
We went to visit my brother at his job at Apple Bees. My mom and I played games until he clocked out and got something to eat. We all went home, and I must admit, the sunset was gorgeous.
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Not a very good picture. Doesn't even do it justice. But still.
When we got home, I ended two of my other stories. I just am too busy right now and my creative process continually fails me. I wanted everyone to have a happy ending. Even the evil protagonist.
I had a discussion with my mom about the representation of lgbtq+ in the media. And how when they're betrayed they're always white dudes dating each other. Not that I'm not happy when a show is lgbtq+ inclusive. But there's not nearly enough biracial or colored non hetero relationships shown on television.
Then Marie got home. She was being incredibly annoying. She'd been out for almost 24 hours, and then immediately went upstairs to phone her boyfriend.
I hung out with my mom a little, watching Aerial America with her until I got tired.
We talked about who my bridesmaids would be if I get married. I said Sierra, Erica, Felicia, and maybe if my husband was chill maybe Chase could be like a bridesdude. (Chase and Felicia are friends I'd like to have for a long time).
I don't know about Marie though. She's... Changing.
My mom said "what if you have a wife"? And I went ghost white. I haven't told her I'm bi. I told her I doubt I will. And I do. I tend to like guys more than girls. But I like girls.
Late night thoughts- I wonder if I'll even get married. I want to grow up and have a family. I want to make something of my children.
And do I already know whoever it is I'll end up spending the rest of my life with?
