So anyways, adventure. Victoria and I went to the movies to see "The Strangers" despite it's R rating, confident we would be allowed to buy tickets with my mom in tow, even though she had no intentions of seeing the movie. But then the bitchy old ticket man asked me, "Do you have ID to prove that you're seventeen?" I replied, "No" and indicated my mother. He asked if she was going in with us, and being the Catholic school good girl that she is* she said "No." The elderly man was like, "Then I can't sell you tickets. Sorry, girls." Now I don't usually get mad at people I don't even know, but I was about ready to punch this guy in the face. I mean, he was just doing his job, but honestly, why does he have to be a bitch about letting two 15-year-olds into an R-rated movie, especially when they're buying tickets with their (well one of them's) mom, who clearly approves! Now, when I get angry, my eyes start to water and my voice gets all whiny so I couldn't exactly spit out a witty comeback, so we had to just leave as there were no other good movies playing. So we resolved to go back to my house and watch a movie on On Demand. But the debacle didn't end there.
We went downstairs and propped ourselves up on the couches, ignoring the missing ceiling panels and the exposed silver heating duct. Victoria scrolled through the On Demand selection, and we were not sure whether to watch "Darjeeling Limited" or "Teeth". It was my idea to watch "Teeth" because I fully realized I would probably not get a chance to see it again, and besides my mom was leaving for over an hour to take my brother to Taekwondo. I wasn't exactly sure what I was getting myself into. So we purchased it, and began watching. I have to say it was pretty good, if a little hilarious/disturbing—for the first half hour. Then my mom came home to drop off the groceries. I immediately paused the movie as soon as I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and my mom came down. "What movie are you watching?" She asked. "Uhh... Teeth," I replied, hoping she had no idea what it was. "What's that about?" she questioned. "Uhh... it's about this girl, she really believes in being chaste and in abstinence and stuff, but she has, um, 'teeth'." I used air quotes and was facing away from her as I said this. "You mean she had teeth in her vagina?" my mom exclaimed, not one to mince words. "Yeah." "That sounds like a terrible movie!" "So... should we turn it off?" "Well, it sounds pretty bad. So yes." And that was the end of that. Sure, I realize that I made it sound like a crappy b-movie porno flick which it isn't at all (well not really)... but lalala.
So instead we watched this documentary on teenagers and the internet. It was equal parts hilarious and sad. And I know these are dumbbutt poses, and it's really dark.
Rogan for Target t-shirt. Skirt made by me. Trouser socks from Marshalls. Target jelly flats (which made me walk like a crippled old woman...).
*jkjk. I love you mom. I know you disliked Catholic school. Hopefully you're not reading this though. And despite how this post makes it sound, I have nothing against elderly people. Just against the movie ticket man.