the dangers of being sparkly
just got home from a few hours of debauchery and public ridiculousness with three of my favorite people. one is manx_n_shadow, who i'll call manx, one is fullfathom05 , who i'll call nadya, and one is someone who sadly doesn't have a livejournal, but i call constance here.
so, i come to meet them (they met up beforehand) i our bookstore, which is where we spend a lot of our free time. (p.s. - the clerks hate us, especially in the manga/comic book section.) i walk up to where they're supposed to be, and they're not there. i sulk and feel abandoned for a second, until i have a brilliant idea - cell phones! that is what they are for!
so this is my converstion with manx:
me: i'm in the bookstore! where are you? i just walked four blocks in a minute! (true)
manx: shut up, we're walking there, nadya had to get some crap from claire's.
me: fine. i see you guys don't really love me, that's ok.
i walk out of the store, and suprise suprise, i see them walking on the sidewalk, across the street from me.
. . . ok, fine i might have almost gotten run over by a car because i crossed a busy street on a red light. so what, i didn't get hit. it's okay then.
so, they say they were just in claire's, and i go "ohmygod claire's i must go there nownownow and buy glitter! yes yes yes and you are coming with me, you guys!"
the scene in claire's was pretty awesome. it went a bit like this:
manx: why am i in this, i depise this, ew ew ew claire's pink nasty girly ew!
constance: thsi is ew!
small children: buzz around us, squealing delightedly.
constance: i love this! but that is ew.
nadya: *looks vaguely overwhelmed by the volume of crap around her*
me: i need glitter! where is my glitter?
nadya: *pats my head, accepts my crazy*
manx:you are insane.
constance: why do you need glitter?
me: I FOUND MY GLITTER OH MY GOD I'M BUYING LIKE TEN TUBES OF IT IT'S SO PRETTY!
check out lady: who is this crazy girl, and why is she here?
small children's mothers: who is this crazy girl? is my child going to become like her?
me: I HAVE GLITTER.
we went to barnes & noble. me and nad went to the cafe, lily went to the manga section, and manx went to read some actual books. (she has weird ideas of what to do in a bookstore, i don't judge.)
nadya pops into the manga section and takes a book. i amuse myself with my glitter.
everyone in the cafe thinks i am about four years old at that point.
so, i figure out how to open my prettiest glitter, and i am extremely pleased with myself. constance comes back to sit with us, and i show her the prettiness. she pats me on the head.
this is where things get bad:
me: ooh, more glitter! i think i shall put it all over my face.
nadya: uh-huh
constance: *doesn't look up, nods*
me: *put glitter on myself. unfortunately, i don't have a mirror*
me: i don't think that's enough glitter. do you guys?
nadya and constance: **shrug, don't look up*
me: nah. *put on more glitter. and more. and then a bit more*
manx: (coming back from the actual book section) *sees my face, and bursts into hysterical laughter*
constance: *looks up at manx's laughter. joins in*
nadya: *looks up. stares, like, a lot*
nadya: OH MY GOD, EMILY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?
me: i put glitter on. did i put too much on?
nadya, manx, and constance: *stare, and laugh*
me: . . . i think that's a yes.
nadya stops laughing/freaking out long enough to accompany me to the bathroom, where i will attempt to wash the glitter off. unfortunately, it's being cleaned.
the guard at the bathroom to stop people from coming in just stares at me. i ask him, "could i possibly use that water fountain to wash off my face?" he nods dumbly.
nadya is still laughing.
she walks in with me, and we use a paper towel to wipe off my face. there is a lot of glitter coming off, unfortunately, there seems to be an endless amount of places (according to nadya) that still have glitter. finally, the bathroom is done being cleaned.
i walk up to the sink, and look in the mirror.
i don't think i can really explain just how much glitter was still on my face. pretty much every single pore was covered with it. not joking or exaggerating.
then, i start to properly freak out, and nadya just laughs, and tells me that most of it came off already.
it took about five more minutes of frantic washing for as much to come off as it could, and my face was still very sparkly. (i still have some flecks on now)
i think the moral of this story is: glitter is like magic. it's very powerful, and it can be used for good and evil.
so, i come to meet them (they met up beforehand) i our bookstore, which is where we spend a lot of our free time. (p.s. - the clerks hate us, especially in the manga/comic book section.) i walk up to where they're supposed to be, and they're not there. i sulk and feel abandoned for a second, until i have a brilliant idea - cell phones! that is what they are for!
so this is my converstion with manx:
me: i'm in the bookstore! where are you? i just walked four blocks in a minute! (true)
manx: shut up, we're walking there, nadya had to get some crap from claire's.
me: fine. i see you guys don't really love me, that's ok.
i walk out of the store, and suprise suprise, i see them walking on the sidewalk, across the street from me.
. . . ok, fine i might have almost gotten run over by a car because i crossed a busy street on a red light. so what, i didn't get hit. it's okay then.
so, they say they were just in claire's, and i go "ohmygod claire's i must go there nownownow and buy glitter! yes yes yes and you are coming with me, you guys!"
the scene in claire's was pretty awesome. it went a bit like this:
manx: why am i in this, i depise this, ew ew ew claire's pink nasty girly ew!
constance: thsi is ew!
small children: buzz around us, squealing delightedly.
constance: i love this! but that is ew.
nadya: *looks vaguely overwhelmed by the volume of crap around her*
me: i need glitter! where is my glitter?
nadya: *pats my head, accepts my crazy*
manx:you are insane.
constance: why do you need glitter?
me: I FOUND MY GLITTER OH MY GOD I'M BUYING LIKE TEN TUBES OF IT IT'S SO PRETTY!
check out lady: who is this crazy girl, and why is she here?
small children's mothers: who is this crazy girl? is my child going to become like her?
me: I HAVE GLITTER.
we went to barnes & noble. me and nad went to the cafe, lily went to the manga section, and manx went to read some actual books. (she has weird ideas of what to do in a bookstore, i don't judge.)
nadya pops into the manga section and takes a book. i amuse myself with my glitter.
everyone in the cafe thinks i am about four years old at that point.
so, i figure out how to open my prettiest glitter, and i am extremely pleased with myself. constance comes back to sit with us, and i show her the prettiness. she pats me on the head.
this is where things get bad:
me: ooh, more glitter! i think i shall put it all over my face.
nadya: uh-huh
constance: *doesn't look up, nods*
me: *put glitter on myself. unfortunately, i don't have a mirror*
me: i don't think that's enough glitter. do you guys?
nadya and constance: **shrug, don't look up*
me: nah. *put on more glitter. and more. and then a bit more*
manx: (coming back from the actual book section) *sees my face, and bursts into hysterical laughter*
constance: *looks up at manx's laughter. joins in*
nadya: *looks up. stares, like, a lot*
nadya: OH MY GOD, EMILY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?
me: i put glitter on. did i put too much on?
nadya, manx, and constance: *stare, and laugh*
me: . . . i think that's a yes.
nadya stops laughing/freaking out long enough to accompany me to the bathroom, where i will attempt to wash the glitter off. unfortunately, it's being cleaned.
the guard at the bathroom to stop people from coming in just stares at me. i ask him, "could i possibly use that water fountain to wash off my face?" he nods dumbly.
nadya is still laughing.
she walks in with me, and we use a paper towel to wipe off my face. there is a lot of glitter coming off, unfortunately, there seems to be an endless amount of places (according to nadya) that still have glitter. finally, the bathroom is done being cleaned.
i walk up to the sink, and look in the mirror.
i don't think i can really explain just how much glitter was still on my face. pretty much every single pore was covered with it. not joking or exaggerating.
then, i start to properly freak out, and nadya just laughs, and tells me that most of it came off already.
it took about five more minutes of frantic washing for as much to come off as it could, and my face was still very sparkly. (i still have some flecks on now)
i think the moral of this story is: glitter is like magic. it's very powerful, and it can be used for good and evil.