we don't talk to po-liiiicceeeee
Christmas time, although lovely, has it's downs. Jamie and I went to Bell Square yesterday afternoon, and we had to park in practically China and walk for 8 years. Inside was a complete zoo, and half the people were those slow walking types, that you ALWAYS get stuck behind and can't find a good gap to cut infront of them without looking like a complete hurried shopaholic bitch. Then, when you find something you kinda maybe sorta like, there's the wait to try it on. Maybe I'm just impatient, but the thought of waiting just to see if I sorta like the clothes for 20 minutes is the most annoying thing ever. Then once you decide it fits good and is cute, you go get in yet another, longer line to pay. Then you shuffle your way against traffic and out of the store, which usually ends with your bag hitting EVERY crabby shopper in the store and having to eventually just squeeze between displays to get through...displays that were not meant to have traffic through the middle of them. BUT HEY, it's Christmas season, whatcha gonna do.
I love the mall, it's an addiction. It kills me when I can't actually get down to business and SHOP damnit! But...the decorations are oh-so-cuuuute, and santa is amazing!
Break...shiiit what is there to say. The first night was kinda boring but I've grown to love all those kids regardless of what we're doing and where, they always have something to entertain everyone. I think I've just accepted the fact that my senior year (atleast right now) will be filled with parking lot rendevous, a lot of sitting, but some of the best conversations I think I've ever had. Then, most of them end in the resort to buying beer, sitting, and talking like crazies. Then retiring to bed. I think that's okay with me though, because the company is always good, in my opinion the best in Woodinville.
Well I had like fourtymillionkabajillion hilarious quotes from Jamie from last night...but strangely enough I can't think of any right now. So, I will end this entry with the themesong of my LIFE (slash Oregon/crazy hills/blinker obsessions/almost dying in the back seat/MY LOVES!) Definately one of those songs that you hear, and you can just close your eyes and smell the smells, hear the sounds, and feel like you're genuinely back in that couple minutes of complete, pure, BLISS.
'We don't talk to police,
We don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G-code, embedded in my blood'
FOREVER and always, THE song. ahahahahaha I wish I was black.