3 posts tagged “mall”
I went to the mall today. I wanted to pick up my copy of Buffy, Volume 3! I read it when I got home and it's not bad. In the comics, the Buffyverse works on it's own laws, without hindrances it had while on the air.
I was really hungry, didn't have breakfast, so I went to the "Japanese" place in our food court. Lets just say it's Japanese in name only.. It reality its greasy, Americanized supafried crap served with noodles. -Never again- My stomach didn't appreciate that surprise. I also love drinking fountain soda from machines where the lines aren't cleaned ... Yummy.
I checked out the only other phone I considered swapping my current phone with. I think I'll keep mine. The positive points of the new one is a cam with higher MP, a snazzier phone matching GUI, the external screen is a thinner strip -- which isn't much a plus if you're a goof like me who likes snapping pics of yourself or pics of yourself and fam or friends... I like the brushed metal exterior, but I feel like I've already broken in this phone. It has some ringtones, pictures, videos I can't get off of it until I get some hardware and a microSD... Yeah, I'm kind of wanting it, but I think I'll have to let it go. Besides the strip external display... It's not black! I am just not enthused by silvery devices.
I got a lot of attention at the mall. I spiked the fucking hell out of my hair, I wore my "What part of MOOOOAHAHAHA
Time to do some laundry :-p
Oh, I also purchased this CD. It's making me want to dance. Must resist.
Today was one of those days that could have gone any place.
It could have gone to hell, where instead of doing something, I did nothing but obsessed on my boredom and frustration over not being able to do *stuff*...
It could have gone in an exhausting direction as I hoofed it from point a to point b... But I felt like I didn't want to spend enough time at point b to justify the long journey there and back.
It could have gone awry if I somehow decided to put my faith public transportation... Where it's usually slow, the weekend schedule is bleak bordering on hopeless.
Instead, today went well when someone decided to help me go somewhere, get 'stuff' done and later do more 'stuff' else where. It makes a huge difference getting things done with a bit of help.
In between postulating which direction I may want to take, I sketched the drawing posted here today. There's not a lot of definition and some might object to what definition I've given... But while I was thinking of what to do I was thinking about being cold, about the probable noreaster hovering above menacingly in the atmosphere. Will we feel wrath or will we be spared? Who knows. I'm just tired of being cold. I'm tired of seeing cold and bundled people. I'm tired of the seemingly life absorbing garments we have to wear in our journeys to keep warm. I can't wait until we can all trade our columbia jackets for thinner clothing, bathing suits, and sunscreen. Can't you?
In my journey, I was taken to the store and cashed my check. I then went shopping for some awesome food. I got all kinda of fruits and veggies, some chicken sausages, a stir fry mix, cereal, rooibos tea, and bread. Later, we went to the mall. I renewed my contract with Verizon and upgraded my phone by leaps and bounds. It's slick, it's badass, it's most probably fragile, it wasn't too expensive after the incentives and rebate, and now it's mine. I then paid 1/3 of a clothing bill I created and bought the Buffy comics I have had reserved. I met up with my sister, we had a burger and she showed me some plates she wanted from William Sonoma. She laughed as it took me less then 10 seconds to hone in on all the imperfections. She insisted it made them "rustic" and I remarked that it wasn't really rustic as it was mass produced and painted with a low quality stencil while sparingly using various stains. I then said that if she really liked them, the blue was the only one I could forgive for it's flawed pattern. *shudder* It's a crappy attempt at a fleur de lys, but a wonderful shade of blue. What can I say... It's what I do.
After the plate hilariousness, we went to the tech stores. At one, my sister decided to purchase a movie. The woman at the register was really really hot. Black hair, fair skin, ... I bet she had pretty eyes, but that would mean I would have had to make eye contact. Then her perfume hit and I found myself inebriated... I learned on the counter near her and glanced over slightly and said "you smell pretty". A few important seconds passed and I heard -nothing-. I grinned at my sister and said "I'll see you at the entrance". After I told her what I said and I thought she was going to die. I said it in such a 'cute' way and all... I told that when I found myself being treated to silence, I decided to saunter off elsewhere with a silly grin. What's funny is, there are certain others out there I'm aware of, who probably would have really responded to that nicely... However if I speak any more of that, I fear I'll jinx it and all.
It could have gone to hell, where instead of doing something, I did nothing but obsessed on my boredom and frustration over not being able to do *stuff*...
It could have gone in an exhausting direction as I hoofed it from point a to point b... But I felt like I didn't want to spend enough time at point b to justify the long journey there and back.
It could have gone awry if I somehow decided to put my faith public transportation... Where it's usually slow, the weekend schedule is bleak bordering on hopeless.
Instead, today went well when someone decided to help me go somewhere, get 'stuff' done and later do more 'stuff' else where. It makes a huge difference getting things done with a bit of help.
In between postulating which direction I may want to take, I sketched the drawing posted here today. There's not a lot of definition and some might object to what definition I've given... But while I was thinking of what to do I was thinking about being cold, about the probable noreaster hovering above menacingly in the atmosphere. Will we feel wrath or will we be spared? Who knows. I'm just tired of being cold. I'm tired of seeing cold and bundled people. I'm tired of the seemingly life absorbing garments we have to wear in our journeys to keep warm. I can't wait until we can all trade our columbia jackets for thinner clothing, bathing suits, and sunscreen. Can't you?
In my journey, I was taken to the store and cashed my check. I then went shopping for some awesome food. I got all kinda of fruits and veggies, some chicken sausages, a stir fry mix, cereal, rooibos tea, and bread. Later, we went to the mall. I renewed my contract with Verizon and upgraded my phone by leaps and bounds. It's slick, it's badass, it's most probably fragile, it wasn't too expensive after the incentives and rebate, and now it's mine. I then paid 1/3 of a clothing bill I created and bought the Buffy comics I have had reserved. I met up with my sister, we had a burger and she showed me some plates she wanted from William Sonoma. She laughed as it took me less then 10 seconds to hone in on all the imperfections. She insisted it made them "rustic" and I remarked that it wasn't really rustic as it was mass produced and painted with a low quality stencil while sparingly using various stains. I then said that if she really liked them, the blue was the only one I could forgive for it's flawed pattern. *shudder* It's a crappy attempt at a fleur de lys, but a wonderful shade of blue. What can I say... It's what I do.
After the plate hilariousness, we went to the tech stores. At one, my sister decided to purchase a movie. The woman at the register was really really hot. Black hair, fair skin, ... I bet she had pretty eyes, but that would mean I would have had to make eye contact. Then her perfume hit and I found myself inebriated... I learned on the counter near her and glanced over slightly and said "you smell pretty". A few important seconds passed and I heard -nothing-. I grinned at my sister and said "I'll see you at the entrance". After I told her what I said and I thought she was going to die. I said it in such a 'cute' way and all... I told that when I found myself being treated to silence, I decided to saunter off elsewhere with a silly grin. What's funny is, there are certain others out there I'm aware of, who probably would have really responded to that nicely... However if I speak any more of that, I fear I'll jinx it and all.
Mastercuts hasn't ever done me wrong. I've been other places. I've had family (my sister),friends (one caused me to bleed, another from an army recruit -- it was my first painful haircut) cut my hair and once, I cut my own(that didn't go very well!). I also trimmed my chin bush which caused me to realize something rather interesting. It's red. Well, there's a lot of red in it. I never really paid too much attention to it.
While I was at the mall, after I got my haircut, I looked into cell phone replacements. I'm well past my two year commitment and I've been looking on my provider's site at the models they offer. I'm not too impressed by many of them. Research reveals that the krzr (Verizon's version) has a mediocre camera. The outter shell, which gives it that glossy look, is hardened glass. I read one user opinion that mentioned that dropping the krzr on the wrong surface caused the shell to crack. I have clutzy streaks, I like taking cell pics. I'll pass. I also noticed a lot of cameras priced at $99, which wasn't so. It was $99 with a 2 year plan. When I went to the store to check, they were listed at $129. The sales man told me "No that one (a LG model) is $179 but it is $129 after the $50 mail-in rebate!" I knew it was too good to be true, but I wanted to be optimistic. One thing that I liked, the guy wasn't full of shit. He confirmed krzr can shatter, but "hey, that's what insurance is for!!!" I grinned and said "heh, yay... insurance".*
I then went to Starbucks and waited for everyone's whipped flavored milks to be made before I got my delicious coffee and roamed the mall. I hit a few CD stores hoping I'd find something I'd want but I couldn't for the price I wanted it at. I listened to a few CDs and left. 30 second previews do nothing for me and I didn't feel like walking to Borders to see if they actually changed the CDs, so I left.
It was a good day at home. I was able to talk about my little mess of a life as of late and someone was able to listen. Someone was able to understand and be constructive. It's been a while since I explained my situation and I explained a little bit of it. The career part and a little of the life part. I asked for someone to imagine it like this: imagine you go to school and train to become a nurse. It's all you want to be. When you're finished, the only jobs in the hospitals you get are in the cafeteria washing pans. Imagine thinking of the things you want in life -- that you've always wanted and never being able to even come close to any of those goals. This isn't the first 'career' track I felt like I've failed in and it freaks me out.** If x and y and z weren't here, if I had $500, I'd buy a ticket to take me as far as it would take me but I wouldn't know what to do from there***. Sure, it kind of sounds like it's easy to just 'suck it up' and move on, but this deer in the headlights sometimes wished the car just plowed straight through him. Don't misread that statement thinking that I was suicidal because I'm not. If there's anything I hate more than a feeling of having failed is just chalking it all up, throwing in the towel and missing out on whatever my brilliant or fucked up future will bring. I also know that I'm loved and important to others and the feelings mutual. I couldn't bear to cause someone the pain of losing a loved one, as having lived through it myself. Some types of pain are too excruciating to inflict, even if it's collateral damage.
* I dropped my last phone in two puddles, fumbled it a few times on all sorts of flooring. Finally due to corrosion, it tuckered out and replacing it cost me $50. Sure, it's niiice to be able to get a replacement, but $50 isn't a happy price to pay!
** I'm not chalking this up as a loss yet. I used to work in a television station as a operations technician. After 4 years, I was almost near earning about $20k/y. I was trained on everything except directing, wasn't ever promoted to other departments when I put in requests, things got ugly... yadda yadda yadda.
*** The cliff notes version. A few strands of pasta from the big mess of spaghetti I call "my life".
While I was at the mall, after I got my haircut, I looked into cell phone replacements. I'm well past my two year commitment and I've been looking on my provider's site at the models they offer. I'm not too impressed by many of them. Research reveals that the krzr (Verizon's version) has a mediocre camera. The outter shell, which gives it that glossy look, is hardened glass. I read one user opinion that mentioned that dropping the krzr on the wrong surface caused the shell to crack. I have clutzy streaks, I like taking cell pics. I'll pass. I also noticed a lot of cameras priced at $99, which wasn't so. It was $99 with a 2 year plan. When I went to the store to check, they were listed at $129. The sales man told me "No that one (a LG model) is $179 but it is $129 after the $50 mail-in rebate!" I knew it was too good to be true, but I wanted to be optimistic. One thing that I liked, the guy wasn't full of shit. He confirmed krzr can shatter, but "hey, that's what insurance is for!!!" I grinned and said "heh, yay... insurance".*
I then went to Starbucks and waited for everyone's whipped flavored milks to be made before I got my delicious coffee and roamed the mall. I hit a few CD stores hoping I'd find something I'd want but I couldn't for the price I wanted it at. I listened to a few CDs and left. 30 second previews do nothing for me and I didn't feel like walking to Borders to see if they actually changed the CDs, so I left.
It was a good day at home. I was able to talk about my little mess of a life as of late and someone was able to listen. Someone was able to understand and be constructive. It's been a while since I explained my situation and I explained a little bit of it. The career part and a little of the life part. I asked for someone to imagine it like this: imagine you go to school and train to become a nurse. It's all you want to be. When you're finished, the only jobs in the hospitals you get are in the cafeteria washing pans. Imagine thinking of the things you want in life -- that you've always wanted and never being able to even come close to any of those goals. This isn't the first 'career' track I felt like I've failed in and it freaks me out.** If x and y and z weren't here, if I had $500, I'd buy a ticket to take me as far as it would take me but I wouldn't know what to do from there***. Sure, it kind of sounds like it's easy to just 'suck it up' and move on, but this deer in the headlights sometimes wished the car just plowed straight through him. Don't misread that statement thinking that I was suicidal because I'm not. If there's anything I hate more than a feeling of having failed is just chalking it all up, throwing in the towel and missing out on whatever my brilliant or fucked up future will bring. I also know that I'm loved and important to others and the feelings mutual. I couldn't bear to cause someone the pain of losing a loved one, as having lived through it myself. Some types of pain are too excruciating to inflict, even if it's collateral damage.
* I dropped my last phone in two puddles, fumbled it a few times on all sorts of flooring. Finally due to corrosion, it tuckered out and replacing it cost me $50. Sure, it's niiice to be able to get a replacement, but $50 isn't a happy price to pay!
** I'm not chalking this up as a loss yet. I used to work in a television station as a operations technician. After 4 years, I was almost near earning about $20k/y. I was trained on everything except directing, wasn't ever promoted to other departments when I put in requests, things got ugly... yadda yadda yadda.
*** The cliff notes version. A few strands of pasta from the big mess of spaghetti I call "my life".
