The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
I think it’s going to be a Shins week.
if only to your face i could speak the words i write
but you’re busy. with office parties.
hehehe
So. This week ended nicely. Or should I say, finally. After spending A&B lunch in the library writing down useless bibliography and notecards I had no idea were due Tuesday, getting through - or more accurately, sleeping through -Mrs. R’s class this week (two days she was thankfully absent for),and failing a math quiz and then making it up for an A, I was going to be spending Friday with my frieeeeends.
Not before escaping to Northlake Mall with Sophie and Jimmy though. Went into Victoria’s Secret where I was attacked by saleswomen.
“Can I help you?”
“No thanks.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Nothing in particular. I’m just looking around for cute stuff. My friends and I will probably not purchase anything.”
“What size are you? Let me help!”
They practically tied me down to measure me, where we came up with a combination of three different sizes. Don’t they know that I’m a sixteen year old girl who would sooner steal a bra than pay $40 bucks for the Signature Victoria’s Secret Angel Ultimate Push Up lace-up balconnet bra? Sizing?! IIIIII’M just looking to try on lingerie in the dressing room and look pretty. Sophie was more upset that after being persistently bothered by one saleswoman, the other bitchy one instructed us to put all the stuff we took out back in its rightful place.
“Um isn’t that YOUR job?” she asked. Hahahahha
So I put everything back in the wrong place and lost the hangers on purpose.
Bath and Body Works was next. We tried on every perfume/soap/lotion/body butter/ fruit spritzer imaginable, not to mention the three different goopy lip glosses I smeared on my lips. By the end of it, it was clown city. Or BJ city — it’s a thin line. We left after I sprayed Christmas Cranberry room freshener all over the store.
“SWEETHEART! Smell the CANDLE instead!” The small gay man barked at me, just before rolling his eyes to the cieling. I feel as though ‘Sweetheart’ could have just as easily been replaced by ‘Dumbass’.
After a quick bathroom run - less extreme than the Halloween bathroom run to Target - we headed to The Grove to eat. Except WHO’S car did I see in the parking lot? and WHO’S bald head did I see peeping through the window?
Mr. de Vastey. AKA my dad. AKA the person who refuses to let me do ANYTHING and had no idea where I was that evening. AKA the person who warned me earlier on the phone in a voicemail message, “Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t embarass your family. No drinking or drug bullshit. Okay, bye.” And you wonder why I don’t answer the phone.
SOOOOOOOOOO we went to Taqueria El Vecino. A restaurant - Run by Ben’s family apparently? - right next door. Ordered a taco salad. Spicy beyond belief. Exchanged it for a beefy black bean burrito. Took it in the car where we “raced to death” to see New Moon. OH YES.
Got there. Crowded as FUCK. Left the 7:30pm show, and walked in the 8:00pm one instead. Took my burrito. Sat down. Watched it. Enjoyed Jacob’s body a little too much. Jimmy may be able to recount the various vulgarities spewed better than I (despite the fact that I was the one spewing them). Noticed Bella looked ten times better than in the previous. Not Sure I understand how. Something about her face being not as round? I don’t know. Victoria’s hair was finally the right shade of red, and Edward seemed to have lost twenty pounds of fat, muscle and dignity. Either way great movie. Maybe better than the book. But everyone knows the second was my least favorite…
Almost spent the night at Abby’s. But then went to Sophie’s instead. Woke up late. Was called an Ugly Morning Person by Winston. Like sister, like brother.
Parents might be going out tonight. Might be watching Julie. I really need money you know.
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