I started this post on Saturday...it's now Tuesday.
I ordered a cherry limeade last night (Friday night) at Sonic. I did not order a giant side order of tater tots like I wanted to so badly, I just ordered a cherry limeade. I only drank four or five giant sips and put it in the fridge. I am now drinking it for breakfast. I am going to live forever!
When I was leaving the Sonic parking lot in Mesa, AZ I spotted a teenage girl speed walking down the street. It was cold outside, mid-40's, around midnight, and she was wearing shorts. She had a hooded little zip up on, a small backpack with Lisa Simpson on it, and ballet flats. As I noticed her walking briskly under a dull street lamp, I started to feel very nostalgic about being 14 and 15. I used to walk at all hours of the night from house to house before we had cars. My friends and I would walk for hours to get somewhere completely dull in hopes that something not so dull was happening. Sometimes we kissed boys, sometimes we snuck into movies, sometimes we broke into houses and cars just because, sometimes we stole cigarettes from cars, sometimes we paid for things and sometimes we didn't. We literally walked miles at a time with just a few dollars in our pocket to buy a Thirstbuster or a taco somewhere. A couple of times we walked all night long. We dine and ditched, ran around in some fountains, and once, just once, we got a cab. The cab driver had an Asian prostitute with him that he said was his girlfriend. He didn't say anything we could possibly believe, we were stupid, but not that stupid. We never took a cab again. We waited for the eldest of the group to obtain their driver's license. She did and she would smoke in her parents car and we would all try to cover up the scent (group effort). One time she lit her cigarette and her hair caught on fire. We tried to hide the burning hair smell and the smoke. We were so lame and I knew we were lame and yet we kept at it like it was our life's calling.
We always hoped someone would pick us up and drop us somewhere. So, I pulled over and offered this sweet little black girl hustling down Dobson Road a ride. She was hesitant at first...I then divulged, "I have walked this street more times than I can count when I was your age and always wanted a ride and IT IS COLD..." She got in the car and I asked her a few innocent questions while she directed me to her "friend's" house. I pulled up to her friend's house feeling a bit hesitant about my participating in her rebelliousness. The house had 4 or 5 cars parked in the concrete lawn and because the curtains were pulled aside I saw two teenage boys smoking a joint in the window. I wanted to stop her from joining in on the "fun", but instead bid her farewell and yelled out after her, "Be good!" as I saw her thong come up from the back of her shorts. I never smoked weed or drank all those times we are caught in the awkward teenage social vortex. I was lucky I guess. My other friends, in fact, the entire group became drug addicts to one extent or another. One pulled it back together, the others have not...I wanted to run for President so I didn't do drugs. I am being dead serious, I actually used that "excuse" until I was 19. My aspirations were stronger than peer pressure. Classic.
I hope that little sweet thang was relatively safe that night and even if she smoked dope, I hope she wasn't taken advantage of. I wanted to drive her far, far away from there. I was prepared to do it, even if she thought I had lost my mind and she was being abducted. I wanted to save her and tell her to keep her undergarments tucked in. I had to roll with the punches and so will she, hopefully she wants to be President some day too and all that...Just Say No.
I wanted to go and get my nails done and buy a little something for myself this weekend. Unfortunately all of my usual suspects are either sick, have children must go to Ikea, or worked hard during the week and are catching up today. I ended up purchasing a "knock off" purse design on ebay for $30.00 and buying a pair of earrings for $1.98 when I was out. This left me very, very satisfied despite the missing social interaction and low bank account.
I got my hair did on Sunday by my cousin Lilly. She is known to cut the perfect bang and turn out the best color. I feel fancy. My cousin and I decided to head east to Gilbert to check out a few boutiques, it turns out that everything in Gilbert is bedazzled, knock off, or has a Ed Hardy motif and instead of setting the town on fire in protest, we drank bloody mary's and watched the Superbowl in a very empty, echoing Irish pub. It was the most delicious bloody mary since I decided I wasn't ever going to be President.
I sat through the epic There Will Be Blood starring Daniel Day Lewis yesterday. First and foremost, Daniel Day Lewis is such an incredible actor that he could star in a MTV Film and be nominated for an Oscar. I am not one to be easily impressed in a theater, but I sincerely got my money's worth and more after experiencing this film. Daniel Day Lewis blew my mind, but I am also a tad partial because I believe he is one of the most handsome men in acting. Looks aside, this film is worth watching.
For the record: I was not putting together a gift guide for you, but for me...I live in my imagination for a good amount of my time, so putting together a gift guide was more for me than it was for anyone else (I also thought it was about time we had some photos up on here). My mom did buy me the Calvin Klein's I wanted and Mowgli did purchase the hat. I was very very very happy to receive both. I also noticed some of you were "worried" about the mesh tank I was fond of at American Apparel. I actually own a red one. I also wanted to let those of you who commented about the tank to know that I saw a woman riding her bike yesterday and she was wearing a mesh tank top without a bra. She had an unzipped hoody on over it, but it was blowing back in the wind while she was riding her bike down 32nd St. It was unbelievable. Well, it was believable after I saw it with my own two eyeballs.
Our laptop is officially dead. It cannot be resurrected. I am without music, photos, and the luxury of google chat while I judge on group chats the latest Project Runway disaster. I watch it to see Ricky cry anyway, I think my mom does too. Right Mom? He had 6 brothers and no one told him to shut up and stop crying? Now that is more unbelievable than a bra-less mesh tank top female bike rider in the rain.
Go Ricky. Hey Ricky, you can cry, you can cry, you blow our minds. Hey Ricky!
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DID YOU VOTE TODAY? I VOTED! I AM WEARING MY "I VOTED STICKER" like its the Purple Heart or something. I love voting. I get high off of participating our election system! Why? Because I am crazy.
When I was a kid I wanted stickers that said "Superior" on them instead of "Super". I thought that would be funny.
(Insert crazy laugh.)
Faithsalutes who I voted for and my teeth that didn't get brushed this morning. Superior job!
I bought a gym locker off of craigslist for $20.00. I have been wanting a whole set of lockers for quite sometime. Paperpony scored with some and so did her mother in Santa Cruz. I found one single standing one that I am going to use in my art room, but it is not the same. I am going to paint it something outlandish and give it a home...then someday it will end up in my backyard storing dog food or something yard related, but for now I am going to make it hip to the tricks.
