Bah. I hope I enjoy the movie. Again, yeah I do care more about a movie then his wedding.
Also, he also said that he always supports me. Ok suuuuure. I told him he always puts me down, calling me a fat hog (exact wording) and laughing at everything I try to do for myself. I want to become a vegatarian but I said I didn't have the self control for it (hey, I love the taste of meat). He laughed saying "yeah when you become a vegatarian is the day the towel heads shake hands with the Israelies"
First of all, towel heads?! Fucking racist! Secondly, I will become a vegatarian one day. With each passing day I get more and more guilty for enjoying a burger. Also, I want to take up scuba diving because it's a real sport and I would enjoy it. I overheard him tonight "So why doesn't she rent scuba gear and do it!? She's lazy! That's why!"
Wrong asshole. You can't just scuba. You need to learn how and be certified before you can rent (or so I think). California water is cold. I need a wetsuit and I am too large to get one. I can have one custom made but I would rather lose the weight. I'm not lazy asshat, I'm too big and broke. I can't afford scuba gear and lessons right now. When I get to my ideal weight I will treat myself to it but until then, I just swim and walk. He also always brings up the rats. I'm "strange and probably psycho" for enjoying rats. He "doesn't like to come into the house because of the rats"
Never mind the fact that they are in cages in a room that is closed off. He says "it stinks terribly!"
Well guess what? Even mom said the smell is much less. There's only a slight critter smell and ONLY when you are in front of my door. Much better then a few months ago! He likes snakes. Some people don't like them. Mom is extremely afraid of them and I don't think snakes should be pets (not because of the rat thing). But I don't say "oh you must be pshyco to like snakes!" I think snakes are beautiful, I just don't want one as a pet. I have friends that have snakes and they are as sane as I (err scratch that;)
Where was I going with this? I don't know. I lost my train of thought. He keeps calling me a 300 pound cow. I have never been 300. I'm actually 245. My highest was 289. I am gradually losing weight and his hurting me doesn't help. In fact, right now I'm eating macaroni and cheese :(
I'm improving my life little by little. I used to be a stupid fuckup slacker. But not anymore. Who is he to judge me!? He doesn't know me though he claims he does. He only comes over to discuss the wedding. God I wish he would just move out of state. Mom's home from taking him home. Yeah she drove him home. She was super upset but for some reason, he can get her to forget her emotions. I don't have mom drive me every little place. I take the bus! Mom only drives me if she herself wants to go too. Like, Barnes and Noble. I go there alone by bus usually, but sometimes she wants to buy a book and I'll never turn down a trip to a bookstore!
Blah. I'm going to go now. Force it out of my mind so I can enjoy the movie.
I don't think I've told you this but you guys really help me. <3