Customising... this is long...

It's been a long day, but no updates so far, just because.
We went into Liverpool today, my mother and I. purplerainbow and snowdrop24 were around too, but I didn't see either of them.
Anyway, on the way there, my mother informed me that she was going to buy my birthday presents with me there, because apparently I am such a nightmare to buy for we couldn't do it any other way. We did buy a few things, and obviously, I know what they are, but she's wrapped them, and so I'm trying to forget I know what they are, and so will not write about them here, or, indeed think about them at all. Easier said than done, methinks.

Anyway, I was bag customising, at least, trying to. I had to take my mother to Quiggins. I told her several times, in the exact same words each time, to be "non-judgemental and unfloopy" about it. Would that happen? Take a wild guess...

She hated it. But she tagged along while I bought a pretty green weed patch from Grin and, she even followed me upstairs to Woodstock where I picked out a handful of badges. I now wish I'd got more, as the bag looks a little bare, and I was also initially disappointed because I couldn't find a long Nirvana patch, like the one I wanted. But the woman was nice about it. She dug it out the back and sold it to me.

The badges were "Priceless", "Life's a bitch", "Life sucks", "Eat healthy, keep fit, die anyway", "Fuck fashion", and my favourite, "Cunning stunt."
My mother, as a surprise, sewed and ironed on the patches for me. Unfortunately, she also took a close look at the badges for the first time, and was righteously angry about the "Fuck fashion" one. I told her to stick it on the middle and she did so... mixed signals. Anyway.

Her guiding philosophy today was if I asked for something, she'd buy it, due to her having no birthday presents for me at all. That didn't work in practice, for two reasons - firstly, she's only ever shopped with two people, me and Mashi, and we are opposite ends of the spectrum. Mashi asks for everything - I avoid it at all costs because it makes me feel sick. So that was a slight problem, and the other problem was her refusing to buy a good deal of the things I liked - the spiked leather cuff comes to mind.

But it was a good day. We didn't argue, or fight, or anything... and we bought a few things. She bought one more thing, that she thinks I didn't see at all, but I did see it and feel awful about it.

So, the bad things about today are... the revision. Fucking maths practice papers. I can't do them. I really, really can't, and I know I'm going to fail, and Pedar thinks I'm being overdramatic, and I'm not. For once I'm not.
And the other bad thing is the fact there was a M*A*S*H fest on tonight, and I didn't get to see any of it, not even Rainbow Bridge.

Ah, yes - I finally thought of something I wanted to do for my birthday. After the happy discovery that Something Corporate are finally going to be in Britain on Saturday, 8th March, in Birmingham, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world to go. I could have gone with purplerainbow and snowdrop24 and osiris13 if we could persuade her to come. And Pedar would have agreed to take us, and might even have thought he was getting off easy as far as my birthday was concerned…
But, oh, no, there’s always a drawback to the plan. On the 8th March, Pedar is out of the fucking country. He’s in Savannah, Georgia. I’ve had fifteen birthdays in my time in this world, and he’s been out of the country for exactly eleven of them. He’s going to be here on Monday - so this is payback.

But I might persuade my mother to take us. So all is not quite lost.