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Purse goodness.
Dec. 8th, 2003 11:16 pmMy parents called me just before eleven this morning to ask if I wanted to go Christmas shopping with them. It occured to me that indeed I did, so off we went. We had an extremely nice day, with nummy food and an excessive amount of time spent at Lazarus. (Macy's equivalent.) Normally, it's too expensive to even breathe in there, but there were some good sales, and my dad opened a credit account to get extra savings ($25+15%) and there was a 15% off on everything in the store already. Anyway, I ended up buying six purses, ranging in price from $5.41 to $6.29. They're small but cute. One of them is a Fossil, one is a Liz Claiborne, one is an Aignor. Hey, I'll post a picture so you can see my good deal.
I don't know, I was just really excited by it. My mom and I had loads of fun sorting through these purses. We made a lifelong friend while we were at it... random shoppers were unusually friendly today. I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with so very many little purses, eh? Very little girls, mainly. ;) Cheap presents that still have $29 on the tag are my kind of deals. Although I actually am going to keep at least one of them. (The one with the swirly design.) I might keep another one, although I'm not sure I can justify it. My mom bought still another one for me for Christmas. :) In any case, I've run out of little girls for Christmas anyway, so I'll have a bit of time until next year or a random birthday or something to decide.
I can't believe I just wrote two whole paragraphs about purses. I'll try to stop being boring now before I start writing about what I had for breakfast or the tree on New Circle that looks just like Bart Simpson. I should probably tell a funny story to counteract the boredom of the previous shopping-related paragraphs. Hmm. I can't think of much funny at the moment. I'm wearing shorts and a sweater, that's a little funny. Of course, that really just means that I look funny, not that I am funny. I reminded my mom today about how my brother complained bitterly about his wife buying him square pants, but that's only funny if you were there. Oh, I could write about the time that I fell off a boat... but on retrospect, that wasn't fucking funny at all.
Fuck. That's what I could write about. I try to avoid using the word too often because I know it offends some people and my mother, for one, absolutely hates it. However, I think it's one of the best words in the English language and I struggle to not use it much in my journal entries. I had an excellent English teacher my junior year (actually, every single one of my English teachers were excellent, but then, I think that the honors students tend to get the best teachers) who mentioned once (without saying the word, of course) that we all knew what the king of all curse words was. I was sitting there thinking "no, really, what is it?" I inferred from the rumblings in the class that it was the mighty fuck that so outraged people.. I guess this is just another example of my lack of familiarity with popular culture or something. I'd never really considered it particularly vile. I actually think shit is a much uglier word, although I do use it sometimes. In any case, someone sent a mail about how the FCC is going to allow all uses of the "f-word" on national television and radio to a mailing list that I'm on. They were completely outraged and urging us all to take action. I found it annoying but only mildly so, but then someone else responded to it in anger and actually USED the word in question, and man, did it all hit the fan then. There was some true venom coming out of the blue there. I really could not believe that they were getting so worked up about it.
That was also not as interesting as I envisioned so I'll just stop before I go into it any further. Whee, people got pissed off on a mailing list--imagine that! I think I just wanted an excuse to write about fucking. I mean, I'm already the number one hit on Google for "commie heathen" so why not try to boost my statistics even further? ;) I'm really on a roll here tonight, folks, but unfortunately, it's all downhill. Of course, it makes sense that the roll is downhill because of like, gravity and stuff, but still. I'm feeling extremely random, but at least I'm happy and not sick, so yay! :) Shopping therapy must agree with me. M and I usually don't do much browsing. We look at very specific things and then get the heck out, so this is fun occasionally. I should stop rambling, though, and go switch some laundry over so I can wear my warm loungy pants tomorrow. Also, I'm almost very sleepy so might have to drag husband off to bed soon. He's very into that Star Wars game so he would stay up all night if I let him, I think. :)
I don't know, I was just really excited by it. My mom and I had loads of fun sorting through these purses. We made a lifelong friend while we were at it... random shoppers were unusually friendly today. I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with so very many little purses, eh? Very little girls, mainly. ;) Cheap presents that still have $29 on the tag are my kind of deals. Although I actually am going to keep at least one of them. (The one with the swirly design.) I might keep another one, although I'm not sure I can justify it. My mom bought still another one for me for Christmas. :) In any case, I've run out of little girls for Christmas anyway, so I'll have a bit of time until next year or a random birthday or something to decide.
I can't believe I just wrote two whole paragraphs about purses. I'll try to stop being boring now before I start writing about what I had for breakfast or the tree on New Circle that looks just like Bart Simpson. I should probably tell a funny story to counteract the boredom of the previous shopping-related paragraphs. Hmm. I can't think of much funny at the moment. I'm wearing shorts and a sweater, that's a little funny. Of course, that really just means that I look funny, not that I am funny. I reminded my mom today about how my brother complained bitterly about his wife buying him square pants, but that's only funny if you were there. Oh, I could write about the time that I fell off a boat... but on retrospect, that wasn't fucking funny at all.
Fuck. That's what I could write about. I try to avoid using the word too often because I know it offends some people and my mother, for one, absolutely hates it. However, I think it's one of the best words in the English language and I struggle to not use it much in my journal entries. I had an excellent English teacher my junior year (actually, every single one of my English teachers were excellent, but then, I think that the honors students tend to get the best teachers) who mentioned once (without saying the word, of course) that we all knew what the king of all curse words was. I was sitting there thinking "no, really, what is it?" I inferred from the rumblings in the class that it was the mighty fuck that so outraged people.. I guess this is just another example of my lack of familiarity with popular culture or something. I'd never really considered it particularly vile. I actually think shit is a much uglier word, although I do use it sometimes. In any case, someone sent a mail about how the FCC is going to allow all uses of the "f-word" on national television and radio to a mailing list that I'm on. They were completely outraged and urging us all to take action. I found it annoying but only mildly so, but then someone else responded to it in anger and actually USED the word in question, and man, did it all hit the fan then. There was some true venom coming out of the blue there. I really could not believe that they were getting so worked up about it.
That was also not as interesting as I envisioned so I'll just stop before I go into it any further. Whee, people got pissed off on a mailing list--imagine that! I think I just wanted an excuse to write about fucking. I mean, I'm already the number one hit on Google for "commie heathen" so why not try to boost my statistics even further? ;) I'm really on a roll here tonight, folks, but unfortunately, it's all downhill. Of course, it makes sense that the roll is downhill because of like, gravity and stuff, but still. I'm feeling extremely random, but at least I'm happy and not sick, so yay! :) Shopping therapy must agree with me. M and I usually don't do much browsing. We look at very specific things and then get the heck out, so this is fun occasionally. I should stop rambling, though, and go switch some laundry over so I can wear my warm loungy pants tomorrow. Also, I'm almost very sleepy so might have to drag husband off to bed soon. He's very into that Star Wars game so he would stay up all night if I let him, I think. :)
