The day upon relfection

Know what's fun? Thinking you're going to throw up. Feeling like it for awhile, to the point where you're fairly certain it will happen. And then realizing it's not because you're sick [yay!] but because apparently it's been a little too long since your breakfast of cake [shutup. birthday cake for breakfast is one of the rules of vacation] and mygod, if you don't eat, you'll be sick. I swear, I'm supposed to get a warning hunger pain before we move right onto violently ill. There's a contract or something. Bah.

But a glass of milk fixes all. As does a stop at a place that serves stuff vaguely resembling food. Then the shopping trip commenced. Hit KMart in the vain hope that they'd have the MyScene clothes that are either fairly new or the spring ones. Nada. But they did have an assload of Icy dolls. If they'd been a couple of bucks cheaper, I'd have bought Icy a twin [ignore the fact that Icy is being re-released this year]. Unfortunately the Tecna they had wasn't speaking to me, and while Flora's cute, I really want a Stella. :/ Buuuuuut they had the fashions, and I saw the blue and white one. I couldn't find a damn price, so I wandered past the aisles of toys that talk to you and checked the price. $2.50! Gooooaaal. Icy has a new outfit. Checked a couple of things, like Icy, and while you could tell some of them were on sale, nothing else was fabulously on sale.

Food, then Target. Wow. The tumbleweed I'd heard was haunting Target passed me and then was trampled by about fifteen horribly behaved children. When I was looking for the boy's delayed pressie I heard some mother giving psychobabble. You know what? Using my father as the ultimate big bad evil punishment may have been cruel, but the moment the phrase, "Wait til your father hears about this" said in the tone was uttered, my brother and I usually shut up and were vaguely angelic. But this woman kept trying to play off the, "No, Aaron, listen to me. I am the adult and when I... Aaron, listen to me. I am the adult" and after she went through this about six times, never getting past that I had to give up and go see these kids. She was opening stuff in the store to calm down two kids. o_O How's the psychobabble working for you, Princess? Yeah.
Back to the toys. They sold out of their Babyz Meygan and Fianna, which I guess was okay. They didn't have any Miami Kenzies, and just about everything was on clearance. Really shitty clearance.
But I did spy a few mini MyScene puzzles for 67 cents each. So I bought one of each, grabbed a couple of the li'l bratz outfits and the Jem CD. Which I'm listening to now. Wheeeee! Onward to Book Exchange.

I should say that I love stores like Book Exchange. I used to love BE. But I fucking hate it these days. It'd be fine if I could just kind of tune the people working there out. But no. They're really, really loud and can be exceptionally rude. They also manage to find each and every section I like and gut it so they can add extra sections I never, ever see people browse in. Ever. Annnnnnnyway. They had SVU books! I grabbed the ones I either knew I didn't have or wasn't positive on. They also had some sweet valley twins and a bunch of Christopher Pikes. I didn't buy any of the Pikes, but did grab a couple of the twins [one was in the quarter bin] and Mom lent me the cash for the goodies.

Wake up. I'm done now.

please do it for me

Why is that when you need dental floss, you can't find it? Is it some conspiracy thought up by the dentists of the world? It must be. *whines*

It's like seven billion degrees up here, and I'm melting, and the AC is taking its sweet time cooling this place off.

Finally saw A Series of Unfortunate Events. Where ya been all my life, huh? Klaus owns my soul, Sunny bit Mom's, and Violet's pretty spiffy too. Oh such a visual movie. Be still my heart. My heart does not listen, no she does not.

My heart does say if it doesn't cool off really soon, I'm going to go crawl in the freezer and die, or go outside and melt nice and proper. None of this middle ground crap.

Which reminds me. The other day when my father threw out my stuff, I retrieved the boxes and was looking forward to sorting through them. I finally peeked and realized that with a few exceptions, I wouldn't have cried over losing much of this stuff. I don't think the seven year stint in storage of one shape or another did the stuff much good. One box is from my old desk, which if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll cry over. *does just that* Only... it's a bunch of books I never really read and junk that was shoved under the desk. So... the thought of upsetting any spiders that reside in the box isn't exactly making me want to go digging for a gem or three that might exist. Siiiigh.

Really, really hot. Even shorts cannot save me from this fate.

*dies*

Know what I miss the most during summer, other than not working and not worrying about work? Salute Your Shorts.