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I Hate The Mall

Unless you go to the mall with a bunch of friends who can make fun of the stupid people, the stupid people really get to you. It's all clear when you walk by La Senza Girl. When legions of ten year olds are conditioned to dress like they've got no shame, it is inevitable that that same grown up group of sixteen year olds will dress so as to leave nothing to the imagination. Welcome to Markville's freaking escort service.

Or maybe I'm just bitter that my purchase of full-bum underwear was frowned upon by some seventh grader in line behind me. Bah!

I've offically been screwed out f buying an mp3 player. Ironically enough, all I had to show for my time spent at Best Buy/Future Shop/even Walmart was a cd case. It must have been a sign. Anyway, much to my dismay my brother and my dad have decided to buy an iPod mini. I don't know why, but something about the stupid thing rubs me the wrong way. The least concrete of reasons being that I actually don't want to walk around with 4GB of music. And an even more ludicrous 15GB for an extra 50 bucks. So, I'm going on an eight hour plane ride with no music. Damnit. I shouldn't have fed my cd player pasta.

All of the above leads me to belive that I need a job. It'd be hilarious if I went to work at IGA. Hilarious in the 'laughing at a funeral' sort of way.

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