I'm a bad kid.

I made my mother cry today, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean to be malicious, its just when you say it nicely she doesn't listen. We survived a week together, a week without an argument mostly because I've come to terms with who she is as a person, realized that I can't change her and take the things that she says to me in stride. Image and presentation to my mother are everything, she is one of those people who checks themselves out when she walks past a mirror. She can't understand how I can live in a house without a fill length mirror. She is constantly monitoring and scrutinizing the what, where, how often and how much I eat. I wonder if in some weird twisted way she loves me more when I'm at my thinnest. She is also obsessed with shopping. I like shopping to, in moderation, and when I have money. I know she loves me, you could see it in her face when they took me to surgery.

I saw Into the Wild on Monday night, by the way great flick. The movie hit home with me for numerous reasons. Wanderlust and the dysfunctional family. I think all families have a little dysfunction to them, my dad says that blood is thicker than water, family is forever. He also says that respect is earned not given.