Stephanie (mirroredsakura) wrote,
Stephanie
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I totally didn't mention the randomness of my encounter yesterday. And I will because damn, this isn't the first time this has happened. o.O;

So anyway, yesterday we went out for dinner. My mother opened the fridge door, peered in, closed it, looked up with a brilliant smile and went "So~! Where should we go for dinner? :D" Gotta love my mum. ^^

Dinner ended up being the food court over at Dixie because we're cheap and... shrug. So while we're there, I wander away from the family because a passing shiny caught my eye. As I stop to look at it, this lady comes up to me. I thought she was trying to sell me something when she started inquiring about the shiny in my hands, so I answered politely back. And then she asked me how my pregnancy was so far and how far along I was.

....o.O; Yeah. Um. *glances down* ;o; But I haven't been gaining weight! (....Well I did but I've... stopped now? o.o I hope?)

But yeah, it wasn't the tummy or the fat thing that clued her in, it was the breasts. Why the hell? Like I said, not the first time, and not that I'm complaining, but honestly, wouldn't someone point out that your gut is hanging out more than the size of your chest? Either way, she politely informed me that she'd clued in to this fact first because Asian girls aren't supposed to have *indicates chest*.

When I tried to set her straight, she continues on about how I'm still so young, it must be so hard on me, and my family seemed to be taking it so well, I must be a really strong girl, did the father know?

At this point, I was near flailing my hands at her, the store clerk girl was staring goggle-eyed at me, and trying to hide a laugh, but my answer of "But there is no father!!" had her getting horrified and indignant.

"Oh you poor girl, how could that young man--it was a young man wasn't it??--do such a thing to a pretty little thing like you, oh this is why I hate men so, they're all such bastards to poor girls like you, I'm so, so, sorry, if you'd like I could take you to--"

...At about this time I decided enough was enough and I made my gracious exit by wailing "Daddy!!!! ;o;!!!!" and running away.

...Yes, I know. I am just that suave and just that classy. But I honestly had nothing witty to reply to her with. Perplexion at its best perhaps?

In other news, I have a group meeting tomorrow. Or at least I think it's tomorrow. I don't wanna go. ;o; I remembered why I don't like group projects. I don't suffer other people's incompetence well at all. I enjoy suffering my own incompetence and that's about it, thank you very much. :( Although to be fair, I don't think they're incompetent at all, I'm just lazy and don't want to start on a single-page outline two weeks before the damn thing's due. And making me go to school on a day I don't have to in order to do it. Bah.

Hunting for articles on an article searching thing that'll only reference them and refuses to actually show me the articles is useless and makes me angry. I don't want to work on this. But that's the lazy talking again. I want to color something. :3
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