Wednesday, October 17, 2007

my favorite jeans are called stretch pants

a short review of the mall:

gateway is the only mall for me, don't give me no southpointe and i won't call it westfield or whatevs. i remember gateway when it was named gateway and had astroturf down the slanty parts. so i had to go to gateway earlier this week, and this is what i thought.

panic- yes, you're going to feel panic at the mall, cuz you get lost. it also bring back thoughts about shopping for christmas and buying things for people that you know they won't like and you're throwing your money away, but it's december 23rd and time to just buy some shit so you don't come up with a diary from claire's and a coupon that says, "good for one free lunch on me!". coupons are great.

tiredness- the mall tiredness is like casino tiredness, you want to go home but can't find your way out, and plus there could be the greatest thing you need if you just go into the next store. this is real tiredness that will stay with you for 24 hours, don't disregard it.

hot topic- it's a terrible store. i'd rather shop at jones & company nyc or whatever it's called. it's everything that is wrong with teenagers for all time, with a price tag. you want to be bad? you want a shirt that says, "i'm not crazy, don't listen to the voices in my top hat"? you want to be a rebel but still want to fit in with a bunch of future losers? step right up to hot topic.

the food court- it's a great place to eat. and while you're sitting by yourself eating a runza, you can pretend you're not an internet predator looking for some underage tail. even then, it's a great place to eat and relax.

harry and steve's- a shitty place to shop. if you plan on giving jobs to mongolian children, go to old navy where the clothes are at least good.

caca nails- it's actually CA (california) nails, but they put it in the window twice with no space between the two abbreviations, i can't help but think of it as caca. i've never had my nails done professionally, so i wouldn't know about caca nails.

there's a shitty art photography studio that has photos of a horse that looks like it has two heads, and aerial views of memorial stadium. and the candle store. and the store that has a wax butler out front. i don't know how i feel about these stores. like caca nails, i've never been a customer. ok, i guess i hate the art photography store.

so i'm walking around the mall, trying to decide how i should remember how to get out of the mall. go back to the food court and go towards aldo keeping jc penny on your right, or go to the proactive booth and make a beeline for caca nails... feeling the panic and tiredness, when i remember wet seal. lord i forgot! and charlotte russe! yess! as far as i'm concerned, these are the best places in the mall to shop. these are the stores i'm sure that destiny's child shops at, so therefore it's good enough for me. and guess what i found at wet seal? the same kind of jeans i bought in may, but they haven't got them in again until now. and i found the last pair in my size!! success! the denim is sooo stretchy, allowing previously unheard of amounts of tightness with amazing amounts of comfort. i think they're actually called leggings. awesome. so i got them.

in conclusion, the mall kind of sucks, but you can find some things there. you can eat, and sit around, and look at teenagers and see what the popular styles are so you can avoid them.

that's a wrap.

speaking of art photography, that anne geddes bee baby pic i have up really harshes my mellow. everytime i see it, i get a little angry.

happy birthday molly!

good luck hood rats and girls going to minneapolis! kick some butt!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

when i was downtown today going to the bank and stuff for work, i saw two reporter ladies walking down the street with a camera and stuff. i thought the blonde one was kate ellington from 10/11 who did a spot about the mad maxines (video to come later) that i was in, and so i smiled at her but it wasn't her. it was some other blonde lady and her and her partner asked to interview me for the news. i said yes, and they told me i was to give my opinion about steve pederson getting dismissed from doing something with unl football and tom osborne getting that job. and i'm all confused because i don't know who this guy is or what happened to him or what his job was, but they want me to say something really bad, and keep on simplifying the situation so i could make a comment. finally i'm like, "i'm sorry, i don't know who scott peterson is, i don't really know about football." and they laugh and say, "ok, you could just give your opinion on TOM OSBORNE then." but i don't have an opinion on tom osborne, and i tell them they should do a story about roller derby. i apologize to them, but say i would give a really bad interview, and say goodbye.
when i got back to work, i told everyone the story, wishing i would have just pulled something out of the air to say about football and the husker legacy and lessons and all sorts of things, when nolan told me the dude's name is steve pederson and not scott peterson. ha. and way back when, i didn't know who scott peterson is either.