so this weekend my mom took me to the mall, and it actually wasn't that bad! our original destination was jc penny to look for red skinny jeans for the TDG concert, but of course that didn't happen. after driving around in the parking lot named after flowers like "pansy," "daffodil" and "rose" for about 10 minutes, we squeezed into a small spot between a hummer and an suv. walking to the door we passed this very tall, very skinny scary looking kid wearing mels panic! sweatshirt and a long white and black scarf. he looked german. so, inside jc penny we started looking around for the jeans i had heard of, and we found them. but they were neither very red, or very skinny. it was kinda sad. we were about to ask the lady at the customer services desk if they had any other colored skinny jeans, when ron texted. he was ticked off cuz he couldn't find his car keys, and he needed to go pick up scott (who was stuck in the middle of nowhere with an overheated car). we rushed home to help, only to have mom pick up the first thing she sees and find the keys. *sigh* we went back to the mall.
instead of heading directly back to the mall, we made a stop at crossroads to pick out my confirmation ring. it think we made a good choice. its sterling silver with the words "i am the way, the truth and the life," inscribed on it in greek. we have to wait four to six weeks for it to arrive, because we had to order one to fit my chubby fingers.
at the mall, we went in a different door and proceeded to check nearly every store for skinny jeans. first stop was obviously hot topic. i found a nice pair of black skinny jeans, and nice maroon pair, but my mom thought i should wait to see if we can find actual red ones, so... no luck. we continued looking. of course along the way we picked up a skirt and a sweater for my confirmation (you have to dress very nicely) and a pair of gray jeans at old navy. when i went into the fitting rooms, i saw this guy putting the regected clothes on hangers. i knew right away that it was andrew- besides the fact that he was wearing pinstriped skinny pants. as we were leaving there, the alarm went off. we were allowed out. its not like we stole anything. but we continued to set off the alarms in EVERY SINGLE STORE AFTER THAT! they only time it didn't was when mom was holding the bag entering another store. i took the bag back after that, thinking that it would stop now. nope. of course not. as soon as i had it, it went off again.
we went back home and watched angalina jolie and denzel washington in a movie called the bone collecter, (very good btw). after that we flipped to fuse and caught 15 minutes of the hills have a two, a very nasty and disturbing horror flick about the mutants wanting to "repopulate." rather than stay and watch that, we headed to walgreens to buy mom some marshmellow easter eggs that she'd been craving. and the moment we entered the store, the alarms went off. and by now i had changed all of my clothes except for my jacket. they seemed very suspisious of us after that. they made us pay at the make-up counter, which prolly had a better view of the security camera. however, the alarm didn't go off going out.
since blockbuster was right next door, and mom and i are just the regular fun seekers, we decided to rent the new movie with hayden christiansen that just came out, called "awake." it is uber-feirce, in that dark and twisted kind of way. definatly recommended. ron came home with scott right after the movie. scott had to spend the night because him mom is out of town. when we woke up this morning, ron had to work so me and scott played super smash bros malee for over 3 hours.
*sigh* this has been a very long post, but be glad, because this will prolly be the last time i have to anything to post about for a while. i'm getting kinda tired tho. no matter what the time says at the end of this post, it is actually past 8 pm.
i'll try not to set off any alarms while i'm away...
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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...
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OMG! ANDREW!!!!! Heheheheheheh. He has my pants...figuratively speaking. If you don't remove that "Remove before washing or wearing." tag, it sets off alarms everywhere, btw. Or maybe you have harmful radioactive materials inside you. Not that that would set off alarms...
Why did you list EVERYTHING I did this weekend on your poll?
I wanna fit in. Now I have to get me some red/mauve skinny jeans. I wanted to go shopping this weekend but the mall was closed at seven. We went to Kohls instead. I hate Kohls. Everything is bedazzled. The only neat shirt they had was a large. So I went home with the mission still not accomplished. HEHEHE alarms HEHEHEHE. And the sims one is mine. I claim it. No one else can have it because I spent at least 20 hours this weekend playing sims.
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