A musical journey into Hades.

I did my part to support local music stores. They can now fucking kiss my ass, cuz unless it's new release day and I get there just as the store opens, I refuse to go to either Manifest [whatever it's name will be] or Millennium again. Well, Millennium for sure.

[First stop: Millennium where I was hoping they still had this poster of which The Dent spoke of. Otherwise I'd never have trekked downtown after it's been pouring.]
I wandered around the damn store for twenty minutes trying to figure out where the blue fuck the spiffy version of The Beekeeper was. That was after I spent five minutes trying to figure out how the place was set up. They took over Marion Square and they have like... no CDs to speak of. The fuck? That place used to have a bunch of little stores that managed to cram all kinds of crap into them, and yet this monster store can't even carry the music it's supposed to? ...Oi. To be honest, I haven't been to Millennium since... um, Cass's exgayboyfriendfromVirginia was here, and that was yeaaaaaars ago. So I expected a little confusion. But I walked by three different employees and looked as lost as I felt. One never looked up from whatever he was doing, and the other two looked dead at me and ignored me. Normally I hate employees hovering and asking if I need help, but damn it, if I look lost, ask if you can help.

So I wandered back to the As [it took me a minute to realize despite all the "used!" stickers, it wasn't a used bin, it was just the used cds thrown back in with the regulars] and looked through all the Toris... and realized, DUH. She takes up two shelves! She's on the next one. I felt like such a jackass. I nearly choked when I saw the price though. $23?! Are you insane? But... poster. So I figured I'd peek to see if they had anything from my list o' goodies. This took a smidge of time because I couldn't remember all I wanted to look for. Luckily as I walked down the second aisle, I damn near walked into a display filled with Tegan & Sara, Rilo Kiley, & Jem. At first I was all, "yay, I'll spend the extra 97 cents and take 'em home today!" and then I noticed it said "club member:" The actual price was a couple of bucks more. Forget that.

So I paid for Tori. No poster. A comment on how they'd been playing it [I noticed as I walked in] and how it seemed pretty good. Which is nice and all, but no poster, no help, and freakish prices. Yeah. Not coming back. I then had to walk down Calhoun to the Library. Yes. Giggle. [if you don't get it, ask. If you do, congrats. I'm always subtle as a sledgehammer on this point, I know. Cookies and confetti for you!]

That killed my feet.

The library was pretty much a bust. I found three books right away and then nada. Then the damn place filled up with high school students [I think. Maybe middle school?] and I nearly cried when some girl asked, not kidding, "Oh, you have to look them up by the last name?" They taught us that in second grade! At the very latest! Whenever we had library 'classes'... The hell? She's at least 13 and she doesn't know? That's just... mind boggling. About two seconds later I saw a sign saying "SC schools doing better!" or something to that effect. Better than what? Holy Mother of Mercy.

So, I'm in a bit of a funk. I ask if we can go to Manifest. Mumsy says sure. We leave. I open my CD and pop it in. Can I say I love how menacing The Power of Orange Knickers is? I can. We arrive, eventually.
I stop and admire the pretty Tori posters in the windows, and then go in. Where I damn near cry again because it's on sale here. But I should have known that. So I check for the goodies. I find Rilo Kiley, Tegan and Sara, and Lennon all on sale. Actually, Lennon was apparently a normal price. The other two were under sale signs. So I buy my babies and I get no goodie as promised to me if I bought new Rilo Kiley. I get to the car and Mom's driving off and I realize they charged me full price for Rilo & Tegan and Sara.

To complete my day of pain, I ask to stop at Books a Million. I look for Tori book. I find numerous books by porn stars. No Tori. Just as well since I assume mythosidhe is right and that Amazon is infinitely cheaper. But I wanted to see it, you know?

I go home, frustrated by the whole thing. I find the dog has eaten six of my creme eggs. The only six I had. I'm somehow not all that upset about this, but I tease Mom and say it was her fault and she blows up at me. Completely full on nuclear warhead. I go upstairs and try to make it through new Tori goodness. Unfortunately in my state, nothing really struck me as worth going through all that mess just to get it. This makes me sad.

Now. Do I go back to Hell and ask for my goodies and a refund on the price difference, or do I assume that the worker bees just didn't remove last week's sale stuff?

I really don't want to go back, but I don't like that they overcharged me. If you're gonna charge me full price, at least mention it's too bad I didn't make it in ontime to get the goodies I could have gotten. :/

with ribbons undone

Every time I move forward, I slide back a thousand steps. I hate groups of people. I hate talking to people one on one. I hate making a fuss and drawing attention to myself, even if it's just one stupid blasted store clerk. I was more than willing to kiss the extra six bucks and Rilo Kiley goodies adios when Mom took my card, ID, and bag o goodies and went in and worked her magic. Of course she also wanted to tell them that perhaps having the incense right next to the registers made it so people who had allergies would end up dying before they could pay for their stuff.

So, I ended up with a few Rilo Kiley stickers. One is a double. Want it, Jake-aliscious? I see no reason I need two. Heaven knows what I'm going to do with them as it is. Postcards I can prop up. Stickers present a different presentation issue altogether. *muse*

Found out that Ari's had the Jem CD for ages. Ditto for Frou Frou and the Garden State Soundtrack. D'oh. No one shares the goodies with me anymore. I swear, this is the thanks I get for making her a CD ages ago to share the Frou Frou love so she could annoy Derrick? It is. It IS!

Sigh.

So far love affairs with songs on The Beekeeper are slim pickings. True love affairs, I mean. So far we've got Parasol, The Power of Orange Knickers, Jamaica Inn [I think.], Sleeps with Butterflies, Ribbons Undone and there's at least one more, but I never remember to look at the number when I'm listening, so I think of it as a pleasant surprise.

Panic attacks should be followed by naps and food, not necessarily in that order. There should be a law, although I'd be breaking the law then. It wasn't really a panic attack. I don't think. *shrug*

Stupid phone. I don't want to talk to anyone. Go away.

Cleaned up my bathroom and the area in front of my closet/door. I meant to do more, but I ran out of giving a damn.

Someone want the free downloads you get from drinking Pepsi? My computer is, last I checked [assuming they keep using the same place each go round], unable to make it worth my while.