Shoplifting, Rootbeer Floats, and AFI by Moonlight

So....today I went for a supposed impromptu interview of sorts....but turns out the guy was sorta full of shit and made me waste time and effort and gas to go there to be told that the assistant manager I was told to come talk to was way too busy trying to set up the store last minute for the grand opening this weekend, and that anyway she was calling people up to set up interviews...so yea. I looked sorta retarded standing there. Gheigh.

So being pissed and moody and sweaty from wearing nice clothing in a car with no air conditioning amongst other unpleasantries, I went home, took a t-shirt I would never wear again the way it was and cut it up into a halter-top as an experiment to see if it was possible to do that successfully or not. It was successful surprisingly enough. And being destructive, albeit for a constructive ends, was soothing. I put on the new halter top and headed to Wal-Mart where I met up with Jessica and bought a few necessities and then we decided that we should wander around the mall for a bit. We went to Waldenbooks and fangirled over the 4 collectible Alternative Press mags, each with one of AFI on the cover. I ended up buying the one with Davey on it, since it was only $4.00 and I hardly ever buy magazines....make it never really. Besides, the magazine has some interesting stuff despite the AFI article and all that jazz. Afterwards we bought something at the food court and ate it as we were bombarded with kids from Sickles. We dropped my brother off at home and Jess and I ventured over to Borders to see if she could find Malleus Maleficarum, a book about how to find witches and destroy them, which was the inspiration for an AFI song title.

We went and they didn't have it, you had to order it to be shipped....but it cost $30 anyway....and a little too pricey for Jessica right now. So, we found retarded books in the astrology section....one gave your birth colors.....I was some shade of purple....I don't remember what it was called exactly, but it had a ridiculous name, as well as all the others. Jessica's was ugly Lilac Marble. Yany's was like..lavanderia or something weird...another purple color. Sean's was Arabesque, this ugly dark orange color. Then we read about our Chinese Zodiac signs, Tiger and Jessica's which is Cat/Rabbit. The description of a Tiger was a bit troubling, because they are described as being big risk takers and not caring about consequence....while, for a large part, I go out of my way to be thoughtful and careful about things. Am I denying myself part of my true nature? I -do- have times of random craziness, or things I do just jump into without worrying about the results being less than satisfactory, but usually I keep myself on a tight leash. Is it that I know that I could be in a heap of trouble and in danger all the time if I weren't, and so I purposely become overly careful to try to suppress this as much as possible, plus the way my mother has unfortunately raised me to be? I don't know. But it's an interesting thought. I do always really wish that I could just be crazy in all aspects...It's a bit ridiculous when I don't even like riding roller coasters. Of course that also is due in part to an apparent fear of heights and not liking to be lifted up and flung around in the air by things very much....I've come to love the ground and having control of how I move and where I go too much. In fact, this love of having complete control of situations can be sited as a source for many habits....for example having never gotten drunk or wanting to get drunk. I guess I'm just fucking power hungry or something.

After Borders closed and we were kicked out, we came to Jessica's house and hung out awhile, surfing the net and listening to AFI and looking at pictures and the likes. Eventually, Jessica found out that Davey is supposed to be in Rolling Stone magazine and it's a very pretty picture and article, but we can't read what the article says in the too small picture, so she wanted to find it in Wal-Mart to read. Plus, the first time we had said we would come back to Wal-Mart at a more suitable Wal-Mart time of 1, 1:30 AM and also steal some cosmetics, because apparently that's how Jessica procures all her make-my-face-pretty stuff.

We arrived at Wal-Mart at 1 AM and the cosmetics were descreetly pocketed. We then went on to buy razors for Jessica. We searched for the Rolling Stones mag, but they still had the June issue out instead of July so we were disappointed. We ended up leafing through a hairstyles mag, making fun at the hideous weird ass stuff in there, and picking out styles we liked and might want for ourselves. We then found ourselves in the hat section and had a mini-hat party, trying on the ugly and ridiculous hats and visors there. Jessica does not look good with little skin tight beanies on her head XD Lmao I wish I had my camera around for that, it was pretty damn fucking hilarious. Ater the debauchery there, I decided I wanted some soda. We came upon 50 cent rootbeer and Jessica blurted out the idea to have rootbeer floats with twirly straws. We got the rootbeer, found some lactose-free icecream, and searched for the fun straws to no avail. We got back to her house about exactly an hour after arriving at Wal-Mart, at 2 am.

We made rootbeer floats, and saw some weird videos online and such, read some funny shit on the forums, and bugged Sean a few times, interrupting his midnight phonecall with his loverboi to ask him things such as was FTW (for the win, apparently) stood for, since he lives on FTJ's (Face The Jury) forums and is down with all internet lingo or whatever.

Its now 3:49 and Jessica and I are sending music files to each other through AIM before I flee the scene so she can go to bed for work tomorrow. I wonder what my dad will say when I get home at 4....I'm certain he'll be awake though. Last night all three of us, me, my dad, and my brother, stayed up till morning. It was sorta nice....like our twisted version of family night or bonding or whatever it's called by normal family oriented peoples.

Ok so yea.....oh! I get fiber optic type internet, or whatever its called, installed on 6/6/06 =0!!! Only about a week left of this pathetic internet mooching and lack of connection to the rest of the world, or at least all my friends at my mere fingertips. I'm hyper from that rootbeer float....I should stop rambling. And I gotta say, damn it feels good to ramble at such lengths. Regular posts are promised as soon as I get internet secured on the homefront! Ciao and much love and vegan cookies to all <3


And on this last note, I bid you farewell:

"I'm sorry sir, but it appears your tumor... is wearing hot pants."

Now that, I'd love to see....or hear...or whatever.

God I type too much. Jessica is looming over my shoulder bitching about it. Gawd.
OK, seriously this time. Bye!