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2004-08-09

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I don't know how many other states do this but Texas has a tax-free weekend every year right before school starts. It's also when a lot of stores will have their back to school sales, so it is THE time to go shoppin'.

So I get off work early on Friday and head to NorthPark Mall with my friend James who is a fashion guru, yet somehow not gay. Friday is what I'll call the pre-shop, 'cause I only bought Godiva chocolates (dark chocolate raspberry truffles are my personal favorite) and warm vanilla sugar hand wipes from Bath And Bodyworks. Both were on sale and just my luck, both are probably bein' discontinued. Let's hope not. I don't shop much and for that matter, I don't get out much, so Friday I was just too overwhelmed.

I had a strange experience at Bath and Bodyworks. Upon entering, James and I were approached by a salesgirl who offered me some lotion. She said it was fragrance-free (I'm allergic to some fragrances) so I thought it would be safe and I held out my hand. She poured some lotion in my hand and before I could pull away, she grabbed my hand and started rubbing the lotion in. I am very not a touchy-feely with complete strangers (and not even with friends and relatives) person and this was like a bizarre kind of sensory overload sensation, so naturally I froze. She told me about all the sales goin' on in the store. Well, I assume that was what she was talkin' about, I didn't hear a word of it. I was just standin' there, frozen to the spot thinkin' 'isn't it all rubbed in now? Why isn't she lettin' go?' and I was wondering where the hell James was to come to my rescue. It seemed to me like she massaged my hand for way longer than necessary. I just nodded and smiled weakly, wondering if it would be rude if I jerked away from her. When she finally released me I didn't know if I should sock her and run away crying or send her flowers. *cries* It made me feel funny... ^_^; Eheh...

All I can say is, I should have planned better. I went into Saturday feelin' a little more confident about the trek to the mall (not Northpark this time), but no better prepared. I'm terribly picky when it comes to work clothes. I have a "look" that I'm apparently tryin' to go for that somehow has never managed to happen.

What I needed was shoes, but I'm a sporadic, impulse shoe buyer. Most of the time, I don't even look at shoes. I wear the same three dollar plastic sandals year-round. Classy, huh? But if I get in a shoe mood, I will go buy some extravagant somethin' that goes with nothin'. Example: the black and white wingtips that have been sitting in my closet for 7 years now. I wore them once. This year. It was a guilt wearing and they didn't actually match my outfit. *sigh* And I could tell when we passed the shoe section at Foley's that I was suffering from my affliction. The shoe that caught my eye was a lovely pink short heel with a flower on it. Pink. With a flower. Let's just say I realized the sickness was coming on and stumbled away in my 3 dollar plastic sandals before it could claim me.

As I said, I was not prepared. I fared decently in Forever 21, but that's just because they were sold out of the two plaid mini-skirts that I had eyed coming in. AS IF I could wear THAT to work. They were so cute though... *shakes it off* Anyway so in there I bought a white button up blouse and some funky-funky rust and gold stripey pants. Despite their funky-coolness, they are something I can wear at work. Booyeah! And that was as far as the good girl shopping went.

Wet Seal was my first undoing. I probably shouldn't have gone in, but if I hadn't I wouldn't have found the t-shirt that says: Miss Trailer Park Summer 1972-3rd Runner Up. It is pink with lime green sparkly letters and a picture of an old Airstream. They only had one and it was in my size (and I was born in 72 and I live in an Airstream). It was a sign. *heavy sigh* Yes, I was shopping according to random obscure indications from the Fates. It was all downhill from there.

Two words: Hot Topic. Two more words: Harry Potter. *hangs head in shame* What a fangirl I have become. They had an Oliver Wood and a Draco Malfoy t-shirt. I bought both. I also bought the red and gold stripey Gryffindor knee high socks. I am a sucker for the stripey socks which is altogether wrong since I wear three dollar plastic sandals year round. But they were Gryffindor! I did buy some chunky black emo-lookin' glasses. I don't even know what that means, but I know that's what they are. If men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses, then I will be set. I can count my days of being sexually harrassed ovah! I will certainly let you know how that goes, darlin'.

I did not go shoppin' on Sunday. I picked up around the ship (very little) and lay around like a bum, a most productive day I assure you.

Now I think I'll get ready an hour early and head over to Cafe Brazil for lunch with Neville (my laptop). Ooh, or Cosmic Cafe. I haven't been there in a while. I never can find parking for lunch though. I'll just have to hurry and see.

I love me some emo glasses, even if I don't know what that means. Hahaha!

Dancin': 31.5 | Dog walkin': 102.5 | Total: 134 miles

XOXOX
Loch

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