I feel 16 again...

I'm in a better mood now, after having my "yay, I'm awake at 10 on my day off" mood completely ruined by stupid crap- I have to go get my measurements taken as I'm a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding this summer. This phone conversation with my mom about where to go and what to do degenerated into a pseudo argument about my dreds and how much my head is shaved and how she doesn't like it and how much she hates my boots and could I please dye my hair a natural color for the wedding and..and... and I wasn't at all up to parental scrutiny at that hour. I bitchily requested that we save all scrutiny from her or any of the rest of my family about the way I look until the wedding actually draws near. Ugh. The kicker is that I'm pretty damn sure my cousin doesn't care, and I wouldn't have quite as much of an issue about it if I heard it from her. It just sucks to be reminded that my mom still gets embarrassed about me being me. I don't feel some insatiable need for attention or rebellion (I'm in my mid-twenties. I'm over it), I just happen to like purple hair. I don't feel like I'm that much of a freak, but I guess that's in part 'cause I do a good job of surrounding myself with people like me.

If I ever get married, the wedding party's gonna be somewhere around what I like. And they're all eating that freaky vegetarian food that I haven't given up yet, too. Nyeh.