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Kay, I lost the spark to ramble sometime in the Mall period of Monday's events. So that's where we'll pick it up, kay?
Hot Topic is a store that makes me twitch and die from joy all at the same time. On the one hand, so much nifty stuff can be crammed into any given location. Toys and nifty t-shirts that occasionally give the promise of fitting, and assorted crap that's probably useless but so needed for whatever reason. And yet they rarely fail to employ the bitchiest people I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. There are the people who glare at you and you can see the thought bubble over their head, and it's saying, "What the fuck do you think you're doing here? You do not belong." Infact, that's usually the group of employees I always run into. It never fails. I've seen 'em kiss up to the kids who could poke an eye out with their accessories, or the so preppy it hurts to look at them, the fake orange teens, the emo-ish type, and yet I always get the, "why the hell are you here?" look. Woe! I'm not normal enough or freaky enough for them to accept my money without bitchery! I shall now throw myself on a funeral pyre and weep for my lost coolness!
*snort*
I also realized during the stops at various stores that whenever I enter a music or book store, I promptly forget all my favorite artists/authors. Unless I go in with a battle plan [like to pick up a new CD by Tori or something], I can walk right to the door thinking, "oooh, I wonder if they have the new CD by -someone i love- and the moment my foot crosses the threshold, I blank out entirely. I don't know if it's something in the air, meant to make me buy the first CD I see, or whether my brain shuts down in the vain hope that I won't buy anything if I can't remember anything that I want. For the record, the latter is usually what happens. :p I managed to resist the new All American Rejects CD and a few others because I still had no money. By this point, I think Derrick had finally surpassed me and left me as the lone holdout in the "I'm broke, could we stop setting our debit cards on fire? Thanks!" school of thought. Sigh. Which is good, because dinner did not come cheap. But more on that in a second.
While people watching [especially this one duo who kept passing us, and I kept wondering how any dude could be that skinny and still seem so happy] I realized, again, that our mall sucks. Sure, this mall is an awful eyesore at night [Penny nearly swerved off the road because it was so fucking bright] but at least it has more to offer than just a million clothing stores and the christian bookstore is the only place offering something more than overpriced rock mags for reading purposes. Rar.
Also, hit KB in the mall because I could, kay? Saw the MyScene Teen Tees and died a little when they were $11 and only seemed to have Barbie and Nolee. Nolee, doll pretty clothes kinda blah. Had they also had Chelsea, I would have bought them both. But they didn't, and B didn't appeal so much. Looked at the Bratz and saw the Campfire Phoebe. Must. Have. Not sure I've seen the others, but she's the first Phoebe other than the Twiin pack who didn't look like a crack whore. Score! But didn't really want to buy her just yet, so I shall bide my time.
There was some clothing store with scantly clad male manniquins, but the music was fabulous. Which is good because we sat there for a long time, dying in the comfiest wooden chairs known to man.
Gotta confess that spending two days with a couple makes me all kinds of lonely. Just sayin'...
Anyway. Sometime around dinner, Penny and Ari started trading insults. Clever ones, sometimes not so clever. Not in the "ohmygod, Ari's getting her ass left" sort of way, but in that way you know they do this often. Think Golden Girls. :p But, you know, I'm either not that quick or not that fond of trying to think up ways to call someone a slut, and so I zoned out when this continued on the road.
Despite worrying, I managed not to burn. I don't know how since we were outside from 10am until 5pm. Maybe the shade, maybe we spent more time in stores than I thought? Dunno. But I'm not complaining. No way.
And now, the best part of the shopping expedition! I got a Grumpy Bear! Not the new ones, but not the old ones either. It's new, but done closer to the old style than the new slimmer version. So cute! Chubby cheeks and all that. He's so soft, and so cute, and when my camera lives again, you will be forced to look and awww.
And I've spent the last half an hour looking for a picture of the poster I bought and so far I've been scared, but no sign of it. Hrmm. Aha! Found it.
Dunno where exactly I'm going to put her, but I'll find some place. And it's nifty to see the background under blacklight. Ditto for Grumpy Bear.
I'm sick, so all typos and crap will have to wait.
Kay, I lost the spark to ramble sometime in the Mall period of Monday's events. So that's where we'll pick it up, kay?
Hot Topic is a store that makes me twitch and die from joy all at the same time. On the one hand, so much nifty stuff can be crammed into any given location. Toys and nifty t-shirts that occasionally give the promise of fitting, and assorted crap that's probably useless but so needed for whatever reason. And yet they rarely fail to employ the bitchiest people I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. There are the people who glare at you and you can see the thought bubble over their head, and it's saying, "What the fuck do you think you're doing here? You do not belong." Infact, that's usually the group of employees I always run into. It never fails. I've seen 'em kiss up to the kids who could poke an eye out with their accessories, or the so preppy it hurts to look at them, the fake orange teens, the emo-ish type, and yet I always get the, "why the hell are you here?" look. Woe! I'm not normal enough or freaky enough for them to accept my money without bitchery! I shall now throw myself on a funeral pyre and weep for my lost coolness!
*snort*
I also realized during the stops at various stores that whenever I enter a music or book store, I promptly forget all my favorite artists/authors. Unless I go in with a battle plan [like to pick up a new CD by Tori or something], I can walk right to the door thinking, "oooh, I wonder if they have the new CD by -someone i love- and the moment my foot crosses the threshold, I blank out entirely. I don't know if it's something in the air, meant to make me buy the first CD I see, or whether my brain shuts down in the vain hope that I won't buy anything if I can't remember anything that I want. For the record, the latter is usually what happens. :p I managed to resist the new All American Rejects CD and a few others because I still had no money. By this point, I think Derrick had finally surpassed me and left me as the lone holdout in the "I'm broke, could we stop setting our debit cards on fire? Thanks!" school of thought. Sigh. Which is good, because dinner did not come cheap. But more on that in a second.
While people watching [especially this one duo who kept passing us, and I kept wondering how any dude could be that skinny and still seem so happy] I realized, again, that our mall sucks. Sure, this mall is an awful eyesore at night [Penny nearly swerved off the road because it was so fucking bright] but at least it has more to offer than just a million clothing stores and the christian bookstore is the only place offering something more than overpriced rock mags for reading purposes. Rar.
Also, hit KB in the mall because I could, kay? Saw the MyScene Teen Tees and died a little when they were $11 and only seemed to have Barbie and Nolee. Nolee, doll pretty clothes kinda blah. Had they also had Chelsea, I would have bought them both. But they didn't, and B didn't appeal so much. Looked at the Bratz and saw the Campfire Phoebe. Must. Have. Not sure I've seen the others, but she's the first Phoebe other than the Twiin pack who didn't look like a crack whore. Score! But didn't really want to buy her just yet, so I shall bide my time.
There was some clothing store with scantly clad male manniquins, but the music was fabulous. Which is good because we sat there for a long time, dying in the comfiest wooden chairs known to man.
Gotta confess that spending two days with a couple makes me all kinds of lonely. Just sayin'...
Anyway. Sometime around dinner, Penny and Ari started trading insults. Clever ones, sometimes not so clever. Not in the "ohmygod, Ari's getting her ass left" sort of way, but in that way you know they do this often. Think Golden Girls. :p But, you know, I'm either not that quick or not that fond of trying to think up ways to call someone a slut, and so I zoned out when this continued on the road.
Despite worrying, I managed not to burn. I don't know how since we were outside from 10am until 5pm. Maybe the shade, maybe we spent more time in stores than I thought? Dunno. But I'm not complaining. No way.
And now, the best part of the shopping expedition! I got a Grumpy Bear! Not the new ones, but not the old ones either. It's new, but done closer to the old style than the new slimmer version. So cute! Chubby cheeks and all that. He's so soft, and so cute, and when my camera lives again, you will be forced to look and awww.
And I've spent the last half an hour looking for a picture of the poster I bought and so far I've been scared, but no sign of it. Hrmm. Aha! Found it.
Dunno where exactly I'm going to put her, but I'll find some place. And it's nifty to see the background under blacklight. Ditto for Grumpy Bear.
I'm sick, so all typos and crap will have to wait.
