Food diaries are something that I want to try just to see what I eat. So here it shall be.
Lunch @ Rafferty (?): Salmon glaze with sweet potato rice and sweet tea
Dinner: 1 slice of Dominos supreme pizza and a small glass of sprite.
These people (my dad and stepmom) are so negative. All I’ve heard all week is that’s wrong and you can’t do that. Be proud I’m trying. CLASS A JERKS!
And quit saying I’m always eating. I just love how when I say I’m hungry and we do go out yall complain and say that I always ask to eat out. No. I said I was going to eat, you whined about eating with me, I said fine (even though I wanted something in particular by myself because y’all are soooooooo picky) and picked a resturant to go to. Quit complaining that I eat your food when the only other food in the house are eggs and cereal. I don’t freaking want breakfast foods everytime I come down. “Cook your own food” They say.
“What?” I ask. “Do you have onions, peppers, meat?”
“No we got our leftovers, soda, milk, eggs, and cereal. You can cook eggs or have Frosted Flakes because all the other cereal is for the stepmom and no one is allowed to eat those.”
“Ummmm… can I have the left overs for dinner.”
*whisper* “Ugh… Why does she always eat our food. She’s always hungry and wants to go out or eat our food. What if I wanted that for lunch tommorow? Ugh. She’s annoying.” *rolls eyes* “Fine.” Literally just said right now.
“She’s so greedy.” Y’all feed me at 2 pm last. It’s 9 PM. How are y’all not hungry?
They make me want to cuss and actually go through with my plans to not visit them anymore. I’m not a lazy person who always eat your food so stop saying it everytime I see you. Swear it’s the last time I visit.
I feel as if this is my place to rant. I’m just getting tired of people putting me in categories, especially categories that don’t define me at all.
- Saying that I’m obsessed with Asian culture because I like Japanese food, cosplay, and I’m learning Korean. That doesn’t make me Asian obsessed. If the people didn’t hear me well when I told them this, I’m also learning Italian, I like wearing tribal outfits as well as outfits based off of the 60s and the rock n’ roll generation, and who doesn’t have a favorite cuisine that’s not American. I also enjoy Indian, Mexican, French, Greek, Jamaican, Hawaiian, German, Italian, Chinese, Bosnian, Korean, Thai, Russian, Dutch, definitely Soul Food, and so many other cuisines. I’m tired of everyone telling me to just move to Asia and marry a Asian guy like that’s my goal in life just because of the top three things.
- Saying that I should be a nurse or a teacher or a nanny. Not that there is anything wrong with that but I’m getting so tired of people not seeing more to me than a happy, helpful person. Sure I volunteer a lot and put smiles on many people’s faces, but that doesn’t mean I want that to be my occupation. People get so shocked when they see that I’m artistic. “Oh you play instruments and can sing? Oh you can paint and draw? Oh you have a good sense of fashion and color? You’re good at persuading and not the quiet person?” That’s right. I don’t mind helping people. The world shouldn’t mind helping people. That humane. I don’t see why that should be my occupation though. I’m creative. That’s me.
- I’m tired of people thinking I’m boring and then get surprised. In school we have a group project to do and I get told to only do calculations because I look like the smart person and they’ve never seen me do anything fun so I wouldn’t know how to spice up a project. I have literally been told my entire middle through high school career that I’m boring. WTF!! (Fudge btw) So because I get A’s and don’t go to any parties by people at the school, I’m boring? I don’t like to hang out with you guys because you’re boring. I didn’t go to prom because it was boring. I don’t hang out in your crowd because you’re stupid. And the so call fun parties you guys have are lame. That’s why you never see me doing anything fun. If you’d had actually spent a day with me you’d see my life was sooo much more interesting.
- Last but not least, I’m tired of the way certain family members treat me. One part of the family just thinks I’m a genius because of how I speak because apparently speaking in ebonics means you’re slow. I don’t speak in ebonics because I wasn’t raised in a community that speaks it. Not because I went to a better school (in my family for some reason that mean white school because I talk “white”). Another part of the family thinks that I secretly sleep around, because “it’s always the quiet ones.” Who the heck came up with that? Every time I see them they ask how my boyfriends are and if I’m using condoms or birth control. I’ve never been asked out, let alone had sex. Quit it. You’re making me uncomfortable and I laugh when that happens and makes me look guilty. Just stop it. I’m tired of everyone telling me I don’t need to lose weight whenever I work out or try to eat healthy and encourages me to eat more food like I did as a kid. New Flash. Everyone on one side is obese except for me and my cousin who happens to be a professional dancer. I may have a fast metabolism but I’m trying to stay healthy. I’m not trying to lose weight. And quit grabbing the flesh of my stomach to prove a point. I may not be fat, but I hate that. And family members, stop betting on whether I’m going to marry a black guy or a man of another nationality background. That’s not cool. Don’t turn my future love life into a game based on race. PS. Grandparents stop calling homosexuals sissies, especially when we’re eating out in public. They like it as much as you like people saying nigger. I understand your vocabulary hasn’t changed much, but you need to learn the lingo. It’s 2012 and words and their meanings have changed. Also stop saying skeet. It doesn’t mean pee anymore.
I am more that the nice girl who gets good grades and likes Asain food. Just know that.
Yes. First part. This 10 year old kid I know wanted a fucking Blackberry for his birthday. I told his mom I find it to be very weird she’s even considering it. I know it’s none of my business but I couldn’t help commenting.