Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I'm using my neighbor's internet, and I'm not sure how long I have, but I decided to come on and give you an account of yesterday's mall expedition.
Point number one for this session: I went to the mall.
Yes, I went to the mall. I practically lived in Zumiez, Pac Sun, Hot Topic, Aeropostale, etc etc etc--and I did all this while the mother, brother, and grandmama waltzed around a few stores behind me.
Point number two: I bought an awesome stud belt at Pac Sun. (:
But the funniest thing: When I was in Pac Sun there was these two guys who flirted with me the whole time. The first guy (a cutie with glasses whom I shall call Four-Eyes) said to me as soon as I walked in, "You look warm".
WTF KIND OF PICKUP LINE IS THAT.
But anyway, there was this other guy (whom I shall call Pac Man) who actually followed me around the store. He cracked me up so much that I feel obliged to share some of our conversation with you, my imaginary followers.
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Me: *looking at hot pink and lime green skinneh jeanz and singing along to the music*
Pac Man: I wouldn't go with the pink jeans, if I were you.
Me: Why not?
Pac Man: Well, they may look cool and all, but they only come in regulars and *HERE'S HIS LAME ASS PICKUP LINE* you look like you need a long.
Me: Wow, thanks for pointing that out.
Pac Man: What? What's wrong with being tall?
Me: Just about everything.
Pac Man: Naw, here's a secret. Guys love tall chics, 'coz there's like, more of 'em to love, you know? Plus, tall girls are usually pretty fit.
Me: *catching on the bad flirting right about.........now* No way, man; I'm like the god damn Amazon woman walking down the street and everyone around me going, 'Aaaaaah'.
Pac Man: *laughing his ass off for no reason* Well, you know *ANOTHER LAME ASS THING TO SAY TO A GIRL* my last girlfriend was 6'1".
Me: Holy shit. She was enormous.
Pac Man: *laughing even though I practically insulted his last girlfriend* Yeah, so tall girls are great.
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And one point flipping eight minutes later.
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Me: *tying my shoe*
Pac Man: *surprise* Hey.
Me: *has a heart attack* Hi...
Pac Man: Do you want me to like, put together an outfit for you? I'm good with matching colors. *points to blue shirt then to blue eyes* See?
Me: *laughing, recovering from heart attack* No thanks, I'm just looking, I don't really have any money at the moment. *LIES, BITCH, LIES*
Pac Man: Aw, you don't have to buy it, I can just put it together for you and you can try it on.
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Does anyone else get the impression that he thinks I'm a Barbie? *I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie wo-or-rld. Life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhe-er-ere. Imagination, life is your creation...* I dunno...maybe it's just me...
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And this is right before I left, when I was buying the belt, after almost half an hour of him flirting and me getting all uncomfortable.
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Pac Man: That'll be $16.50. Thought you didn't have any money. *impish grin*
Me: *taking the change from the $20* I have four bucks now. *MORE LIES*
Pac Man: *laughing like I said the funniest thing since the beginning of time* Well it's more than I have now. I just paid off my car.
Me: *jealous* I don't have a car. Or a job, for that matter.
Pac Man: Why not?
Me: Not old enough.
Pac Man: You're not in college?
Me: Nope. High school.
Pac Man: How old?
Me: 15. Turning 16 in January.
Pac Man: *looking like he saw Big Foot* You look a lot older.
Me: *sighing* So I'm told.
Pac Man: I'm sure you can get a job somewhere. You really do look a lot older.
Me: Yeah, maybe after my birthday. *taking belt* Thanks, man.
Pac Man: No problem. Come back soon, really.
Me: Yeah, I'll definately be back. To spend my four dollars. Later. *pathetic wave*
Pac Man: *laughing again*
Me: *fleeing for my life*
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And so ends my mall expedition. I didn't get to stay in Hot Topic long, since Dragonlady is afraid of the store. ):
In other news, Dec bought Call of Duty 3 for Wii!! It's totally awesome. I played it for like an hour last night.
So the moral of the story is...well, come up with one and let me know. Ciao~
