Saturday, December 27, 2008 @7:26 PM
oh, boxing day.
i only got a TH rainjacket. disappointed. :[
my parents and i got to metrotown at eight, just when it opened and wandered around in the stores, looking for sales.
the lineups for lululemon, tna/aritzia, zara, ae, guess, armani, and various other stores were absolutely crazy.
however, my dad wanted to go to armani and my mom wanted to go to guess so i ended up lining up for them while they shopped in other stores. oh, not to mention hold their jackets, bags, and all the clothes they bought. >>;;
then, we drove to rc but couldn't find a parking space. therefore, we had to go back home. :[
as soon as i got home, my elem school friend phoned me and dragged me out to downtown with her. the snow, rain, and slush was just crazy. crossing each street involved hopping around on little pieces of ice or sinking into deep mud/water mixed puddles. oh, and i forgot to bring a hat, getting a brain freeze wasn't exactly awesome.
there were a lot of good sales. except, none of us bought anything.
while we sat in tim hortons waiting for her dad to pick us up [she's from the northwest territories so her dad's driving in vancouver snow is epic], she had a good long rant about transition. i felt so.. discriminated and insulted. everything she said about transition was bad. from her, regular HS is all about popularity, fashion, guys, sports, and absolutely no academics. labelling us "abnormal and ugly" crossed the line, a little too much. i had pics from the physics lab on my phone and when she looked at them, she nearly barfed out her donut and hot chocolate. she then spent the next .. i have no idea how long talking about how ugly my bf is. that was just...
i don't know, but i feel like that if i really went to regular HS, i'd be an outcast and nobody that my friend labelled all the people that didn't care about fashion, popularity, etc. i felt like punching her in the face when she continued to discuss about my fashion statements and boyfriend choosing. does it really matter that i don't wear true religion jeans and tna jackets? that i don't spend an hour in the morning doing my hair and makeup? and that my bf is uglier than yours?
does it really MATTER?
because in my opinion, it's just stupid bothering about that stuff when i have history essays to write and hamlet to read.
sigh, anyway, i'm not going to go on ranting about what she was ranting about. >>;; if that makes sense.
oh, have i mentioned?
SEVEN POUNDS IS SO GOOD. :]
but the ending is sooo sad. ><"