Post by unburntflame on Nov 14, 2003 3:25:58 GMT -5
Tomorrow is The Big Day. The Day when my mum gets her new husband. I'd wished it would be like getting a new baby brother or sister; you know, like getting them from another country or something. But it wasn't. Just a plain old boring wedding. Nothing special about it and mum even told me I had to wear a dress! I mean, she's got to be joking. She knows that I don't wear dresses. Why is she making me wear a dress?! So I can impress her new husband or boyfriend or something.
The Big Day has arrived, and the Dress Lady has come for the last time, to make sure that I wear the dress and that it looks good and everything. There's pink flowers in my hair, another big white one on a band on my wrist, and mum's making me wear not only a dress, but jewelry and makeup as well! Who does she think I am?! A damn model? Not likely. . . Here she comes now, in a huge fluster about nothing, really. Everything has been organised, checked, double-checked, triple-checked and quadruply-checked!! There really is nothing for her to worry about, but try telling her that. Like she'd listen to me anyway.
The church. Ick. Why am I here again? I didn't have to be here, if I remember right. Eew!! Who picked out those flowers? They're gross!! Pink, purple and white?! Red, yellow and blue would have been better. Crows, go Crows!! Carn the crows! They rock. I barrack for the Crows, as if you couldn't guess. Anyway, back to the icky church. Everyone's telling me "come here, sit down, don't crumple your lovely dress, look at those flowers! Aren't they marvellous? Hush now, it's about to start. . . ." and it's all really starting to get on my nerves.
Here comes mum. Wow, she looks. . . really nice. Beautiful perhaps? Maybe this thing wasn't such a whole big deal anyway, maybe it could be even kind of fun. But don't tell anyone that I said that! I would never live it down! Mum's walking down the aisle. Who are the flower girls? And why aren't I one of them?! Oh, hang on a sec. I am! Gees I'm stupid. I guess that's what this horrendous dress was for. It even matches mum's, now how sick's that? Like you would have matching dresses for a wedding! This Brian guy's eyes are huge and gaa-gaa, and he's just staring at mum. No way am I going to live with these guys after the wedding. I'll get dad to come and take me. I'm almost 18 anyhow, so I'm almost an adult for real.
At my wedding, no way am I having matching dresses. Everyone's will be a different colour, and they'll all be bright and happy and really cool-looking. The flowers WILL be red and blue and yellow, and not sissy colours like pink and purple. My husband is not going to be anything like that old ponce Brian or whats-his-name.
The Big Day has arrived, and the Dress Lady has come for the last time, to make sure that I wear the dress and that it looks good and everything. There's pink flowers in my hair, another big white one on a band on my wrist, and mum's making me wear not only a dress, but jewelry and makeup as well! Who does she think I am?! A damn model? Not likely. . . Here she comes now, in a huge fluster about nothing, really. Everything has been organised, checked, double-checked, triple-checked and quadruply-checked!! There really is nothing for her to worry about, but try telling her that. Like she'd listen to me anyway.
The church. Ick. Why am I here again? I didn't have to be here, if I remember right. Eew!! Who picked out those flowers? They're gross!! Pink, purple and white?! Red, yellow and blue would have been better. Crows, go Crows!! Carn the crows! They rock. I barrack for the Crows, as if you couldn't guess. Anyway, back to the icky church. Everyone's telling me "come here, sit down, don't crumple your lovely dress, look at those flowers! Aren't they marvellous? Hush now, it's about to start. . . ." and it's all really starting to get on my nerves.
Here comes mum. Wow, she looks. . . really nice. Beautiful perhaps? Maybe this thing wasn't such a whole big deal anyway, maybe it could be even kind of fun. But don't tell anyone that I said that! I would never live it down! Mum's walking down the aisle. Who are the flower girls? And why aren't I one of them?! Oh, hang on a sec. I am! Gees I'm stupid. I guess that's what this horrendous dress was for. It even matches mum's, now how sick's that? Like you would have matching dresses for a wedding! This Brian guy's eyes are huge and gaa-gaa, and he's just staring at mum. No way am I going to live with these guys after the wedding. I'll get dad to come and take me. I'm almost 18 anyhow, so I'm almost an adult for real.
At my wedding, no way am I having matching dresses. Everyone's will be a different colour, and they'll all be bright and happy and really cool-looking. The flowers WILL be red and blue and yellow, and not sissy colours like pink and purple. My husband is not going to be anything like that old ponce Brian or whats-his-name.