My birthday this year hasn't been so great. I spent the evening of the actual thing with a guy who decided for me what we were going to do in advance (without telling me), and when I mentioned a conflicting plan acted like that was fine, but mentally rescheduled it so that we'd do the thing on the weekend. Then he had the audacity to seem surprised when I let him know that I was going home to see my parents this weekend, while he'd planned to watch the movie I'd suggested then. He also gives embarrassingly bad hugs.
Then I went back to my dorm room and spent the next three hours coding, after my roommate pressed me to go see a movie she wanted to watch.
That guy and I also ended up going out to a really terrible fast food joint, which wasn't his fault but really sucked because I'd been hoping for good food--the dorms I'm in decided that the day was "vegetarians eat brown rice with spaghetti sauce and soup made out of two weeks ago's roasted potatoes because the meat eaters don't get a wide enough fancy sandwich meats" day, so I'd been really looking forward to eating something better.
Naturally, the food also made me sick the entire next day.
Next day I was super-irritable. Because I showed interest in my class with Professor Poland, he decided he had to teach 10 minutes over the hour and I ended up late (and sprinting) to my next course, which is full of idiotic English majors with no understanding of good student practice (read: they ask fucking moronic questions every two minutes that could be answered by spending some quality time with their textbook or just manning up and being responsible for the material, rather than going "ooh, I'm overwhelmed, am I responsible for this?"). My mom came and picked me up. We ended up arguing for hours. We were going to go out for dinner, but my dad said he was too tired and that we were going to do it another day. I went home and was playing Metal Gear and having a good time until it randomly crapped out, and then I ended up staying up until 5 to finish The Witcher... only to discover that I'd somehow managed to do a really shitty job and play the game badly, despite my best efforts. I would've normally welcomed the plot twist, but last night it was kind of the pinnacle of a shitty day.
This morning I woke up and my mother told me, first thing, was that before she made my pie (which I don't have any friends to share with), and before we had my birthday dinner, that we needed to go to the grocery store to look at nutrition information on food because what I'm eating for breakfast is unacceptably unhealthy. Fine. I managed to argue her out of the trip, but not before I started to think reflexively about the possible merits of losing every scrap of fat on my body and never eating sugar again. Now I don't want dinner or pie. To "cheer me up," my parents had me open presents. 80% of it was stuff that I bought at library booksales for myself to further my education. The rest was clothing. I told them halfway through that I'd rather open the rest of it later, when I'd be feeling cheerier, but no dice. All this means to me right now is that I have a lot of things I need to put away. I can't feel excited about any of it, because I feel like a stupid, bloated lump of trash.
I also discovered today that my feet look deformed from wearing shoes too often, and one of my toes has at long last succumbed to toenail fungus. Now I have another body part to reflexively make sure no one else ever looks at too closely.
Apparently the celebration part of today, outside of eating and helping the United States' financial industrial capitalistic pig society by recycling other people's unwanted goods, is that we're watching a rom-com my mom picked out from the library and which I previously repeatedly said I had no interest in; she also knows extremely well just how much I hate romantic comedies. I hate them. I hate romantic-focused writing, I hate every damn trope of the genre, and I hate being forced to watch other people go through it in cutely ditzy ways to schmaltzy swelling string music for multiple hours.
The rest of the weekend will be spent doing a coding project which I have only one week for (rather than two weeks and a partner) due to joining the class late, solving two extensive math problem sets, and learning two chapters from an English textbook, a chapter from each of two math textbooks.
Oh, and my dad's leaving the country again in three days.
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