Lights, camera, locked in the mall
( I'm a TV Slut. )
Some of those I could probably bold, but didn't, and I'm sure a few of them I could also say I've seen each episode, but I'm not 100% positive and I won't go looking it up.
So, show of hands: Who has ever wanted to be essentially locked in the mall overnight? Alright, who has actually been locked in the mall overnight? Anyone?
*looks and sees that her hand is raised for the second* What's this now? Oh, right. I spent Monday night at the fucking mall from 8pm until a little after 5:30am. Why? Because I stupidly told Cass I would help her set up her Calender Club location. I asked her, before I finally agreed, if she had an actual store, or if this was a kiosk deal. She told me it was a store, so I said cool, I'll be there. I didn't question this as CC has been both in the past. I get there a little after eight and finally find the damn Victoria's Secret and realize she's full of shit. This is a fucking kiosk. I'm fairly certain that if I run, I mightmightmight still catch Mom, but the odds are not in my favor as the Belk entrance was not necessarily the closest one.
So. I'm stuck. We fiddle around with the two giant sets of boxes, mostly with the stuff for actually setting the kiosk itself up. I realize really quickly a couple of things. It's really obvious why the mall won't let you set up your kiosk during mall hours. The amount of profanity hurled around that night was insane. It got to the point where you'd automatically shout, "For fuck's sake!" if something screwed up. And it would/did. Always. I also realize that there's a damn good reason I've always gotten that funny feeling I wouldn't particularly care for Shannon, and it has very little to do with the following phrase being uttered: "I hid you from the police, I'd say you owe me!" To her, I might add. I could not get past her horrible, horrible hair. You know how some people have really thin hair that you suspect wouldn't be so thin if they'd let it curl, but nooooooooo, they want straight hair, so it looks thin and stiff and an awful lot like a wig, and naturally they have bangs, and ohgod, the horror is too much for you?
Yeah. I'm superficial, but if nothing else, I can fall back on the jail thing, and her bossy ways that didn't really help much more than me standing there waiting for fifteen minutes as someone went for drinks while I waited by the door to let them back in. More people arrived and it split along gender lines. The girls set up the cash register/wrap area and the boys built everything else. It took that long to set up one tiny little cart, k? First there were a ton of boxes to be moved since half the stuff you needed to begin with was either in the middle of the pile or at the bottom. Then there was Cassandra's ongoing search for her cash register, which I found [yay me!] and... Yeah. It took forever. The boys set up the game section and so the girls swooped in to set up various sections of that. By then, Shannon had gone home to the kids, and Kiki had surfed through the mall on the cart. Good times, yes?
Well, Kiki and her sister Erin and I all came to the same conclusion. We'd dig through the pallets that were obviously games, and we'd each call out the contents of the boxes, and whomever had those on their sheet would claim the box. If it wasn't on one of the four sheets, it would be set aside for later. Like Bingo. We even sorted them as much as we could remember to do so, especially when it came to the monopoly sets. This is a simple enough concept, yes? I mean, Cass even gave us our sheets for our little however many feet section. But Cass wouldn't play along. She'd holler, "I think that's on one of these!" when we'd call out something she vaguely recognized. We'd tell her the plan, thinking maybe she missed the mental bonding that was so cool before. Nope, she just didn't want to join our little band of merry bingo playing fools. So we'd shout back, "It's going over here, then!" and promptly put it in our "not claimed" pile. :P If she claimed it as hers, we'd ask her to come get it, or occasionally haul it to her, especially as the night wore on. That was probably the most fun, although we decimated the games pack and at the end I had about three boxes to everyone else's fifteen or so. Later I found a bunch of mine were magically inserted into boxes that either didn't claim 'em, or were mixed in with the card games, which we'd shoved aside as they were their own slice of hell. By four AM, we'd just started to peek at the calenders. That's right. Fucking Calender Club and we hadn't touched the actual calenders. Around five, the last of the people left and it was just Cass, Matt, and moi. By then I was ready to kill because I'd been awake for 24 hours, and I'd forgotten my money at home, so I couldn't make a run to the vending machine every hour like everyone else, and Cass didn't mention that the bathrooms were just around the corner, and hey, water fountain, until about 4am. By then I was dying.
Random trivia. Somewhere after nine, maybe nine thirty, the music in the mall stops. At midnight the lights go out for ten to fifteen minutes.
Yeah, the 80's movies lied about what it's like at the mall overnight. There was an annoying ride that would giggle every ten minutes and it was creepy, especially with the lights out. I felt bad for the cleaning crew as they kept coming by us but we were nowhere near done. Apparently they didn't finish last night either.
Now we move onto the latest round of Pullip!Fab:
Why they're jumping from ten to three, I dunno, but I suspect it's to make my job here more difficult. In honor of this, I'll cut to the chase. I say Ekco, Noa Shay, and Daimaru. The only one I would bet money on is Ekco, and if she doesn't move on, I'd say someone needs to do some explaining. I gather Nikea is the favored in general, but I looked at the damn picture three times before I realized she had a necklace on. The first time I was distracted by the big Pullip forehead, the second by the lips/biting, and then finally, oh, yeah, a fuzzy necklace. Which isn't to say it's a bad picture, or that she's not loverly, just that if the point of this round was to highlight the shiny object, the picture should do so. And I think Daimaru's was super clever. And I figured out part of why I don't particularly like Yoshiko. The eyebrows. They remind me of this little keychain I gave my brother one year of Cartman. Angry eyebrows, bad. Cover them up, good. Anyway. Your bets?
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mythosidhe pointed out one of the actual signs of the Apocalypse: Paris Hilton and Anthony Head in the same sentence, let alone same movie To say I will be there would be an understatement. How I hadn't heard of this before, I will never, ever know, but these things happen.
I need to shower and clean things up. Possibly indulge in a little Gossip Girl or Supernatural. I'm not sure which. Oh, and My Fake Wedding is really fucking difficult to read, but I will finish.
Some of those I could probably bold, but didn't, and I'm sure a few of them I could also say I've seen each episode, but I'm not 100% positive and I won't go looking it up.
So, show of hands: Who has ever wanted to be essentially locked in the mall overnight? Alright, who has actually been locked in the mall overnight? Anyone?
*looks and sees that her hand is raised for the second* What's this now? Oh, right. I spent Monday night at the fucking mall from 8pm until a little after 5:30am. Why? Because I stupidly told Cass I would help her set up her Calender Club location. I asked her, before I finally agreed, if she had an actual store, or if this was a kiosk deal. She told me it was a store, so I said cool, I'll be there. I didn't question this as CC has been both in the past. I get there a little after eight and finally find the damn Victoria's Secret and realize she's full of shit. This is a fucking kiosk. I'm fairly certain that if I run, I mightmightmight still catch Mom, but the odds are not in my favor as the Belk entrance was not necessarily the closest one.
So. I'm stuck. We fiddle around with the two giant sets of boxes, mostly with the stuff for actually setting the kiosk itself up. I realize really quickly a couple of things. It's really obvious why the mall won't let you set up your kiosk during mall hours. The amount of profanity hurled around that night was insane. It got to the point where you'd automatically shout, "For fuck's sake!" if something screwed up. And it would/did. Always. I also realize that there's a damn good reason I've always gotten that funny feeling I wouldn't particularly care for Shannon, and it has very little to do with the following phrase being uttered: "I hid you from the police, I'd say you owe me!" To her, I might add. I could not get past her horrible, horrible hair. You know how some people have really thin hair that you suspect wouldn't be so thin if they'd let it curl, but nooooooooo, they want straight hair, so it looks thin and stiff and an awful lot like a wig, and naturally they have bangs, and ohgod, the horror is too much for you?
Yeah. I'm superficial, but if nothing else, I can fall back on the jail thing, and her bossy ways that didn't really help much more than me standing there waiting for fifteen minutes as someone went for drinks while I waited by the door to let them back in. More people arrived and it split along gender lines. The girls set up the cash register/wrap area and the boys built everything else. It took that long to set up one tiny little cart, k? First there were a ton of boxes to be moved since half the stuff you needed to begin with was either in the middle of the pile or at the bottom. Then there was Cassandra's ongoing search for her cash register, which I found [yay me!] and... Yeah. It took forever. The boys set up the game section and so the girls swooped in to set up various sections of that. By then, Shannon had gone home to the kids, and Kiki had surfed through the mall on the cart. Good times, yes?
Well, Kiki and her sister Erin and I all came to the same conclusion. We'd dig through the pallets that were obviously games, and we'd each call out the contents of the boxes, and whomever had those on their sheet would claim the box. If it wasn't on one of the four sheets, it would be set aside for later. Like Bingo. We even sorted them as much as we could remember to do so, especially when it came to the monopoly sets. This is a simple enough concept, yes? I mean, Cass even gave us our sheets for our little however many feet section. But Cass wouldn't play along. She'd holler, "I think that's on one of these!" when we'd call out something she vaguely recognized. We'd tell her the plan, thinking maybe she missed the mental bonding that was so cool before. Nope, she just didn't want to join our little band of merry bingo playing fools. So we'd shout back, "It's going over here, then!" and promptly put it in our "not claimed" pile. :P If she claimed it as hers, we'd ask her to come get it, or occasionally haul it to her, especially as the night wore on. That was probably the most fun, although we decimated the games pack and at the end I had about three boxes to everyone else's fifteen or so. Later I found a bunch of mine were magically inserted into boxes that either didn't claim 'em, or were mixed in with the card games, which we'd shoved aside as they were their own slice of hell. By four AM, we'd just started to peek at the calenders. That's right. Fucking Calender Club and we hadn't touched the actual calenders. Around five, the last of the people left and it was just Cass, Matt, and moi. By then I was ready to kill because I'd been awake for 24 hours, and I'd forgotten my money at home, so I couldn't make a run to the vending machine every hour like everyone else, and Cass didn't mention that the bathrooms were just around the corner, and hey, water fountain, until about 4am. By then I was dying.
Random trivia. Somewhere after nine, maybe nine thirty, the music in the mall stops. At midnight the lights go out for ten to fifteen minutes.
Yeah, the 80's movies lied about what it's like at the mall overnight. There was an annoying ride that would giggle every ten minutes and it was creepy, especially with the lights out. I felt bad for the cleaning crew as they kept coming by us but we were nowhere near done. Apparently they didn't finish last night either.
Now we move onto the latest round of Pullip!Fab:
Why they're jumping from ten to three, I dunno, but I suspect it's to make my job here more difficult. In honor of this, I'll cut to the chase. I say Ekco, Noa Shay, and Daimaru. The only one I would bet money on is Ekco, and if she doesn't move on, I'd say someone needs to do some explaining. I gather Nikea is the favored in general, but I looked at the damn picture three times before I realized she had a necklace on. The first time I was distracted by the big Pullip forehead, the second by the lips/biting, and then finally, oh, yeah, a fuzzy necklace. Which isn't to say it's a bad picture, or that she's not loverly, just that if the point of this round was to highlight the shiny object, the picture should do so. And I think Daimaru's was super clever. And I figured out part of why I don't particularly like Yoshiko. The eyebrows. They remind me of this little keychain I gave my brother one year of Cartman. Angry eyebrows, bad. Cover them up, good. Anyway. Your bets?
mythosidhe pointed out one of the actual signs of the Apocalypse: Paris Hilton and Anthony Head in the same sentence, let alone same movie To say I will be there would be an understatement. How I hadn't heard of this before, I will never, ever know, but these things happen.I need to shower and clean things up. Possibly indulge in a little Gossip Girl or Supernatural. I'm not sure which. Oh, and My Fake Wedding is really fucking difficult to read, but I will finish.