So I woke up this morning in a sweat. In a nutshell, I had a hard time sleeping last night. Long Beach has turned up the heat. I didn’t have any classes this morning, so I planned on taking a math placement test this morning, but that didn’t work out because I turned off my alarm my alarm didn’t go off. And I desperately need to get a good mark on the placement test so I can add this stupid math class that I need in order to transfer to university. Kids, listen to your parents when they say take the hard classes early and then take the easier classes later. I learned my lesson.
So after I had a bowl of overly-ripe bananas and strawberries and some toast, finished watching The View, I went to the mall to waste some time. I don’t have any classes today… so I didn’t really know what to do with myself. So I decided to go to Macy’s, where the MAC tempted me and eventually did my makeup (turned out pretty good.) After small talk with the MAC employee, promising her that I would buy the foundation (which I couldn’t afford,) so I told her I would come back after I “tried on shoes.” I really did try on shoes, but I left Macy’s through another door, far from the MAC counter.
I, sadly, did the same thing to the shoe department. I asked them to get me a load of adorable shoes for me to try on. My top two that I tried on where some hot red Jessica Simpson heels and black INC heels. Shoes are seriously my weakness, I was drooling during the whole process… not really, but you get the point. After I tried on the shoes, I asked them to put them on hold… and then I ran away. Cause if I can’t even afford foundation, who thinks I can afford expensive heels? Trust me, I would loooove to get them [insert pouting and whining.]
After Macy’s, I took my old clunker Volvo and we went across the way to a World Market type of store. I inhaled a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before entering the store, a grandma smoking a cigarette outside awkwardly stared at my while I stuffed the last piece of sandwich into my mouth. I love World Market, everything they carry makes me feel… what’s the word… fancy? Well traveled? Culturally enriched? I don’t know, it’s a good feeling though. And because I can’t afford shoes or foundation, I had to decline the overly excited sales woman’s offer of a shopping basket. Instead, I walk around the store, awkwardly rubbing my hands over the shiny wood of the table, laughing at the funny Buddha wood carving, lusting after the expensive wine holder (even though I don’t drink wine.) I found in the back of the store they were having free sample of wine and coffee. Woopie. Gotta love the free things in life. So of course I had my share of free coffee. So after my heavy dose of coffee (someone’s not sleeping tonight,) international pasta shapes and paintings, I got back into my Volvo and smiled at the grandma who was still outside smoking her slim.
Click on the pictures if you want to buy these at World Market.
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