RETAIL THERAPY, YOU GUYS, IT IS MY FRIEND.

I have returned from my attempts to Shop Away the Week, with a brand new bag, 1 cardigan, 1 tank top. 2 t-shirts, 1 Henley, 3 headbands with sequence flowers and/or bows and/or feathers (like, feather-shaped, I walked away without the actual feather one. barely.), ALL THE HIPSTER JEWELRY in Forever 21 and then an extra from another store, 2 plaid button-downs, and another viewing of Inception.

I did not return with another pair of boots.

Still almost certain actual therapy would be cheaper, but whatever. I gots pretty thiiiings.

Now: SO TIRED OMG. ALSO,I FORGOT ALL ABOUT SPN. SEE, BOYS, I CAN GET OVER YOU. I DON'T HAVE TO STICK AROUND AND TAKE IT.

I totally bought the shiniest shoes ever tonight. I don't know what possessed me. They were on sale?

I also bought another a pink plaid shirt, a wrist cuff, and the most hipster headband on planet. I'm a pair of skinny jeans and a Kerouac novel away from a total cliche.

PLEASE SEND HELP IMMEDIATELY.

One of two things almost certainly needs to happen. Either someone needs to invent self-folding laundry, or I need to own less clothing.

I have to admit, the first one is probably the more likely of these.

Yesterday, I was supposed to go see The Losers, but my aunt cancelled on me at the last second. Lame. And I didn't want to go by myself, because I am a chicken. Since I was irritated at pretty much the entire world... I went shopping. I'm not sure why this makes me feel better, but, oh, oh how it does.

I now have the Chucks I've been wanting for ages! And THESE. The picture totally does not do justice to the awesomeness of their black and pink plaidness, ok. They are adorable. I love new shows. New shoes and Starbucks make the world a better place. This is just fact.

I also found the cardigans I'd been looking for on clearance at the Old Navy on the other side of Tulsa that I hardly ever go to. It was only though extreme strength of will that I managed to not buy one in every color. Barely. I still want to find day dresses that don't make me look ridiculous, but I suppose one step at a time is good enough, yes?

Of course, I wanted Merlin season one, since it's out on DVD and nothing makes my day better as quickly as boys being ridiculous. But Best Buy was crazy busy and had a sticker price that was $10 over what they had it at online. And Target decided to just not have it at all. I shake my fist at them so very hard, you guys. So very hard.

Um. Then I came home and tried to work on my country singer AU and failed. Why is writing so hard you guys? Why? ALL I WANT TO DO IS LOVE IT?! ::weeps:: Especially this one! I want to write it so bad, and none of my words will work. I will never be able to get it onto the screen as awesome as it is in my head, or something. It's all very disappointing, really.

She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.

As soon as I get up the balls to click add to cart, anyway.

Speaking of me things that are awesome, have you all seen the RDJ interview on Jimmy Kimmel?

( As I was saying earlier, I love this dude enough to populate nations )

Seriously. SERIOUSLY.

I'm behind on answering comments and emails, and doing homework, but for now I think I will watch this video a few more times go watch Psych, and then Up in the Air. And then Iron Man. Again. For the billionth time. WHAT? Don't judge me!

I would totally write an ode to my bed if only poetry were at all easy to write. Alas. (ALAS!)

I lied before, and before, and before. My bed is the real love of my life. Always there to welcome me, greeting and ending each day with me, singing sweet songs of longing into my daydreams when I am away...

In conclusion: I would like to stay in bed and never, ever leave. Because the rest of the world sucks. Today sucks. I was so angry when I got out of class I went and bought shoes. (I would've gotten my Chucks, too, but they were half a size too big or too small. Dammit.)

Ah, I can't even take solace in the fact that it's the weekend, because I have so much homework I believe that my professors are secretly conducting an experiment on how much it will take before I flip out to the point where they can just cart me off to the crazy house, cause I'm sitting in a corner muttering about summary/evaluation essays and foreign languages and psychics disguised as a networking class.

Also, this is the favorite of all the moods in my mood theme. Because it is PERFECT.

1) Check out person at Victoria's Secret was a lying liar who lied.
2) I now have a credit card for VS.
3) Spent so much on one bra. So, so much.
4) For that price it better make my tits look fucking awesome.
5) And also write me poetry about them.

Still, I'm taking it as a win.

Oops. I went to the book store, just to look around, and ended up with The Umbrella Academy Apocalypse Suite, The Graveyard Book, M is for Magic & the paperback version of The Watchmen.

Also ordered the MySpace presents Dark Horse, because dammit it's Joss AND Gerard Way.

I should not be allowed into Books a Million unsupervised.

Just got back from an epic shopping trip.

Am now in possession of Life in the Murder Scene & The Black Parade is Dead.

Along with, um, four gallons of paint, one gallon of primer, a new shower... thingy, IDK, 2 new bras and various baby shower related stuffs, and one very large canvas for my Boy(caught) painting I've been wanted to do forever and am very, very scared to try.

And after visiting 3 different Target stores, I now have seasons one of Chuck, The Big Bang Theory & Pushing Daisies.

Tomorrow, I will attempt to go grocery shopping.

For now: WIN.

Ok, my brain can be summed up by this story:

I went shopping for father's day presents today and innocently, (INNOCENTLY!) entered Hot Topic, on the search for a Pink Floyd shirt for my dad.

SEE MY INTENTIONS WERE GOOD.

Forty-five minutes later I left with said Pink Floyd shirt, as well as, um, a new Panic shirt, and a Cobra Starship shirt and a Gym Class Heroes shirt.

And glow in the dark nail polish.


OMG BANDOM WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!