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Today Rochelle, Cyrus, my mom and I went to Loyd Center for nothing really. Rochelle needed a good pair of shoes for work to support her back and stuff. She's HUGE now that she's so close to giving birth and stuff. The baby's name is going to go along the lines of KEITARO. How cute is that?? Keitaro Daniels? Come on now. That's pretty nice, eh? Anywho, I was trying to think up some names that people would use to make fun of him, like Ke Retardo or something. It's not like I'm going to call him that, but it's really fun messing with words and...yeah. Nevermind, that was a lame example. Why would anyone try to insult with "Ke Retardo"? A Spanishman, that's what!! Yeah...that's right...
Oh yeah, Loyd Middle. I mean center. I'm gonna stop with the lame jokes now. Anywho, we entered at what I thought was Meyer and Frank, but I'm not sure. I felt SO ridiculous in my baggy pants covered in gesso, a red wrinkled t-shirt and dirt covered sneakers, but after a while didn't really care because their water faucets gave water that was lukewarm. Obviously lukewarm water means LOW-CLASS. Just kidding. Okay, so mom goes off to Christian Supply and Rochelle and I go to places like Journeys and that other place with BabyPhat stuff. The place that had BabyPhat stuff was cute, but the guy working there kept eyeing me and the lady had this ungodly make-up and crazy eyebrows that looked like z's.
So we went and got icecream, but I ended up pigging out and eating the whole thing. Then we waited for my mom on a bench and talked about crazy things that would never happen but could if we wanted it to. We meet up with ma again and head towards this store that had pretty cheap stuff, so I was like "SCORE" and ran in. I ended up with nothing because the swimsuit I liked was for big-breasted-no-booties which sucked. And then everything was a size seven, which I soooooooooooooooooo am not. I'm a nine or eleven. Well, I'm taking forever to change so she says "I'll wait outside." So I hang everything up and walk out, only to find her not there. Frustrated, I threw up my hands and mumbled some choice words to no one in particular when a guy walks up to me. And this wasn't just any guy, he was faaaahhhiiiiine. He asked me if I was looking for someone, and I told him I was looking for my mom and explained that she should've been out there waiting for me and everything. He tried to help but his cell was dead, but eventually we weren't even talking about my mom anymore. He told me he was originally from Africa and that he just moved from Jersey two months ago. He didn't upright use a pick-up line, which was definately attractive. Instead, while we were talking about languages we knew [I told him I just started learning Japanese], he asked me how to say "You're very pretty." in Japanese. ... hell yeah. But then I told him I didn't know, so he instantly got shot down which I thought was pretty funny. He asked how old I was and I TRUTHFULLY said fifteen. I know, I'm proud of myself too. He looked shocked and said he was eigh-frickin'-teen. ARGH. He smiled and said "I'm kinda older aren't I?" and I was like "Yeah!" We talked for at least fifteen minutes when he got on the subject of numbers...and my number. He had to walk into Forever 21 to get a pen. It was hilarious since he didn't match his surroundings at ALL with his purple and yellow jersey...not that I was paying attention or anything. He came back with half of his parking ticket and his cell and home phone, and I gave him...my mom's cell. Woops! I feel really bad because I didn't tell him my home phone, but oh well. I think his sister is going to call me for him or something. But he was just so nice! I've never met anyone like that before. He said he didn't meet many people that were pretty without terrible attitudes and I was like "Great...no wait, that's good thing!" it made me feel so good about myself! I was even all grungy and stuff and he didn't care! I also told him I went to BHS because I wasn't sure if I should have told him what school I went to. He even asked were I lived and I told him Beaverton, but he just left it like that without trying to pry out my address.
If you read this far then...I'll give you some of this Puccho stuff I found at Uwajimaya. Just because you rock and you have no life. Haha...okay, I'm kidding, but really, if you want some just ask. It tastes like grapes. =D
Okay, so he reminded me that my mom was nowhere in sight, and suggested we go look for her, but then wondered if she would freak out if she saw me with him. Damn straight she would. So we didn't didn't walk far when lo and behold, there she sits with Rochelle and Cyrus, on a wooden bench outside of Ross. I jumped back and we both said goodbye, him saying he would call me when his cell works, or else he would ask him sister. Then I walked back happy and told Rochelle all about it. He passed behind the bench with his family to get to the car, and we both smiled at each other for a split second before leaving.
Hee hee! His name's Rahim. And he's got the accent.
Oh yeah, Loyd Middle. I mean center. I'm gonna stop with the lame jokes now. Anywho, we entered at what I thought was Meyer and Frank, but I'm not sure. I felt SO ridiculous in my baggy pants covered in gesso, a red wrinkled t-shirt and dirt covered sneakers, but after a while didn't really care because their water faucets gave water that was lukewarm. Obviously lukewarm water means LOW-CLASS. Just kidding. Okay, so mom goes off to Christian Supply and Rochelle and I go to places like Journeys and that other place with BabyPhat stuff. The place that had BabyPhat stuff was cute, but the guy working there kept eyeing me and the lady had this ungodly make-up and crazy eyebrows that looked like z's.
So we went and got icecream, but I ended up pigging out and eating the whole thing. Then we waited for my mom on a bench and talked about crazy things that would never happen but could if we wanted it to. We meet up with ma again and head towards this store that had pretty cheap stuff, so I was like "SCORE" and ran in. I ended up with nothing because the swimsuit I liked was for big-breasted-no-booties which sucked. And then everything was a size seven, which I soooooooooooooooooo am not. I'm a nine or eleven. Well, I'm taking forever to change so she says "I'll wait outside." So I hang everything up and walk out, only to find her not there. Frustrated, I threw up my hands and mumbled some choice words to no one in particular when a guy walks up to me. And this wasn't just any guy, he was faaaahhhiiiiine. He asked me if I was looking for someone, and I told him I was looking for my mom and explained that she should've been out there waiting for me and everything. He tried to help but his cell was dead, but eventually we weren't even talking about my mom anymore. He told me he was originally from Africa and that he just moved from Jersey two months ago. He didn't upright use a pick-up line, which was definately attractive. Instead, while we were talking about languages we knew [I told him I just started learning Japanese], he asked me how to say "You're very pretty." in Japanese. ... hell yeah. But then I told him I didn't know, so he instantly got shot down which I thought was pretty funny. He asked how old I was and I TRUTHFULLY said fifteen. I know, I'm proud of myself too. He looked shocked and said he was eigh-frickin'-teen. ARGH. He smiled and said "I'm kinda older aren't I?" and I was like "Yeah!" We talked for at least fifteen minutes when he got on the subject of numbers...and my number. He had to walk into Forever 21 to get a pen. It was hilarious since he didn't match his surroundings at ALL with his purple and yellow jersey...not that I was paying attention or anything. He came back with half of his parking ticket and his cell and home phone, and I gave him...my mom's cell. Woops! I feel really bad because I didn't tell him my home phone, but oh well. I think his sister is going to call me for him or something. But he was just so nice! I've never met anyone like that before. He said he didn't meet many people that were pretty without terrible attitudes and I was like "Great...no wait, that's good thing!" it made me feel so good about myself! I was even all grungy and stuff and he didn't care! I also told him I went to BHS because I wasn't sure if I should have told him what school I went to. He even asked were I lived and I told him Beaverton, but he just left it like that without trying to pry out my address.
If you read this far then...I'll give you some of this Puccho stuff I found at Uwajimaya. Just because you rock and you have no life. Haha...okay, I'm kidding, but really, if you want some just ask. It tastes like grapes. =D
Okay, so he reminded me that my mom was nowhere in sight, and suggested we go look for her, but then wondered if she would freak out if she saw me with him. Damn straight she would. So we didn't didn't walk far when lo and behold, there she sits with Rochelle and Cyrus, on a wooden bench outside of Ross. I jumped back and we both said goodbye, him saying he would call me when his cell works, or else he would ask him sister. Then I walked back happy and told Rochelle all about it. He passed behind the bench with his family to get to the car, and we both smiled at each other for a split second before leaving.
Hee hee! His name's Rahim. And he's got the accent.