Saturday, July 20, 2002 Feels: tired /// Listening To: "Interstate Love Song" STP
Prepare for a story of depression and anger. But perhaps you will find it amusing.
It's six AM. Where am I? Asleep, duh. But not for long. Because there is my mother, putting the cat on my face. I do not appreciate waking up at all, much less to a cat's ass on my face. So I get up, decide not to shower (yeah, gross. Don't worry I did two hours ago) and threw my hair up. I put on a t-shirt and some old jeans, grabbed my CD player and got in the car. We go to the mall. Yes, my friends, it is that time of year again.. the dreaded SCHOOL SHOPPING! Hide the kids! (screeches of terror) So we get to the mall right when it opens. I was hoping for something along the lines of what happened last year, but no such luck. Mom decides we should go to JC Penny because they are having a sale. I despise JC Penny. We go in, and firstly I must help my mother with my brother's school shopping. Basically, I hold all the clothes she finds. This is done first because then the boys can go to the arcade with my dad while I futively search for clothing. Before my mom can stack piles of clothes into my arms, I browse the racks. Yes, in the young men's section. Bite me. It just so happens there is a group of four kids, two girls, two guys, who were hanging all over their respective "date" (to go school shopping with one of the boys' mommies??? Okaaaaaaay.)
I was chuckling at a shirt that said "Keep on staring, I might do a trick" when one of the girls timidly tapped me on the shoulder. Maybe it was the annoyed "hate the world" look on my face, or maybe it was the fact I was laughing/talking to myself, but this stupid girl came up to me and asked me "Umm... do you like, worship the devil?" Okay. First of all, I don't LOOK like I do. I understand that just because you dress gothic, doesn't mean you worship Satan, but that's the general stereotype. I'm in a gray t-shirt and holey jeans. No makeup. No jewelry. Anyway, I turn to the girl and see the rest of the group behind her, except the mommy. I smile and eagerly say "Yes! Do you!?!?!"
She averts her eyes, "Umm.. no..."
I act like I didn't hear her and threw up my hand with my pinkie and pointer finger extended into the horns signifying my undying devotion to heavy metal and satan. They scurried away. That was the highlight of my day. Although, I will say those people are extremely stupid.
An hour later... So finally, my mom rids me of the clothes she has piled on my poor arms and tells me to run off to the juniors section and see if I can find anything. Oh God. I walk over, only half heartedly searching the racks. I pick up a couple pairs of jeans, just so when my mom looks over I'll look like I've done something. As I look around the section, I notice that either the clothes are too hoochie-fied for school (or anytime, for that matter) OR they cost 50 dollars. At least. I go over to the shirts and was not surprised to find that there was not one nice NORMAL t-shirt without the word "HOTTIE" emblazoned across the front in fire, or any of the other following words: angel, perfect, brat, spoiled, flirt, princess, cute, etc, etc. I am none of the above. I just want a normal shirt. Is that so hard? I finally find a semi-normal blue shirt and add that to my small pile. I consider going back to the guys' section to complete my school shopping, but remembered I promised my mother I would not do that this year.
I look around some more and realize that everyone's already got all the stuff in this section. As superficial as it sounds, I hate walking into school one day to find that I am wearing the same shirt as some other girl, especially if it's a girl I can't stand. It's even worse when it's a guy. And yes, that's happened. My fault for shopping in the guys' section, I guess.
I look at the jeans I have in my hand and decide to run back to the fitting room. And I get the nightmare room everyone fears. YES my friends, THE room. The one where when you open the door, the smell of feet and URINE invade your precious nostrils. I see how busy the whole place is and being the pushover I am, walk in anyway. I notice a large, dried stain on the floor and avoid it. I look at the first pair of jeans and see they are stonewashed. Why the hell would I pay fifty bucks for a pair of jeans that have already been washed fifty times and will fall apart with many more? I throw them down in disgust, and pick up the next pair. As I try them on, I try holding my breath to avoid the stench being emitted from the big stain. As my vision begins to fade because of the lack of oxygen to my brain, I think of how large these pants make my ass look, and what kind of sick individual would piss in the fitting room. It wasn't even in a corner, just right in the middle. A few names come into my head, but then again I was never one to judge.
I decide to not even try the shirt on and get the hell out of there. I throw the clothes on the floor and as I walk out, I try to warn the girl who was walking into the pisshole, but she just gave me an annoyed glare. Bitch. I was being nice.
Okay, so eventually, we get done. My escapade at the mall, proved fruitful. I came out with two pairs of pants and about five shirts. I think I'm done shopping!!! I wear the same thing over and over. I wash it, dipshit. I just don't own a different outfit for every day of the year. What's the point? On our way out, I had to carry many of the bags, one of which weighed at least fifty pounds, I swear. My dad didn't carry anything because he has a back problem. So there's me, carrying five large bags, and my dad with zilch. That attracted a few stares. I smiled at them.
On the way out of the parking lot, a guy was being a stupid driver and it pissed my dad off. He gave him the finger. The guy acted like he was maybe annoyed. He was a pansy and didn't do anything until after we were about 500 feet away. He honked his horn. Oooh, scary. (I have really bad road rage) We went to Juliet, Georgia. And the Whistle Stop Cafe. Yes, from the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes." They have good chocolate at that building that used to be a bar. So the Olcmulgee (my spelling amazes me) River runs through there and dad went down the aptly named "River Road" to show us where the old Iron Bridge used to be. There's this place that looks like a turn off the road to where the bridge started and then it just kind of stops. They should do something about that.
So dad's going 70 down this old dirt road, makes the sharp turn left to that little piece of road, slams the brakes, yells "DUKES OF HAZZARD!!!!" and spins the truck around so we're facing right back down the road where we came from. It amazed me.
So there was my boring day. Thank you very much.
posted by katy: slacker by day, computer geek by night at 10:34:21 PM | link to this post

Thursday, July 18, 2002 Feels: bored /// Listening To: "Still Fly" Big Tymers (quarter tank of gas... in my new E-Class!!!!)
I'm already tired of this stupid layout, ahahaha. I'm pretty sure for my next layout, I'll be going for a Butch Walker/Marvelous 3 theme. Why? I love the Marvelous 3 (RIP)and I want Butch to have MASSIVE amounts of success and sell millions and millions of records and perform for thousands of people just so everyone can see how great he is. He is SUCH a rockstar, but the rest of the world doesn't know it yet. So I'm trying to do my part by spreading the word. First, visit Butch's Bitchin Site, then join the underground invasion! Pleeeeeeeease????
posted by katy: slacker by day, computer geek by night at 11:27:15 PM | link to this post

Feels: alright /// Listening To: "Adia" Sarah McLachlan

My Bjork Song is Pluto!
	Pluto is your song, just don't play it too loud. You have a lot of pent up emotions, plenty of them. You yearn to just explode and let them all out. You're a bit troubled, and neglected, but you will have your time. Dude, You're crazy..you're MAD! This test was created by Zid! Visit my Livejournal zidanime or my Deadjournal nexttolastsong

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