Temporary Insanity

I have to confess- I went shopping and could not control myself. Honestly, I have to claim temporary insanity, because a monster took over me. It's horrible- I don't even have an income yet. What the hell is it about shopping? It is the second best natural high.

The malls here are amazing. I don't even feel right about calling it a mall. It's more like a shopping experience. The Westfield mall here (not even a good ass mall, considering The Grove) is amazing- it has absolutely everything I need in it. Groceries, clothes, shoes, eye brow threaders, Filipino food, normal food, tapioca drinks, manicurists, Target, Best Buy, Old Navy, H&M, XXI (which is apparently the new Forever 21, but WAY neater and actually has cute stuff), Up Against the Wall, Mac, Aldo, Red Ribbon, BORDERS, Victoria's Secret, I mean... I could go on forever. They just need an Urban Outfitters- then, maybe I'll never leave. And it looks cool- it's three floors, but the way it's layered makes it look huge and bright, not narrow and mall-ish. By the way, I've only seen one floor- I'll probably add to the list after I check out the other floors.

I tried eyebrow threading today. They had like 60 different kinds of eyebrows you could have. Hella serious, huh? I really didn't even know that was possible. I finally chose the "medium width, soft angle, 2 1/4."

Someone made fun of me for saying "hella." Tell me this- what the hell do people say in replace of hella? "Heck of?" That's ugly. "Really?" That doesn't work.

Today, I was going to buy this cute ass shirt and had it on hold. Then, someone put it back in the ginormous store. And I asked them where it was, and no one even helped me. Rude! The shopping monster inside of me wanted to rip the person apart. I'm crazy, I know.

Speaking of crazy, I want to tell you about my roomate's old roomate. She straight up left her and abandoned the rent, even though they signed a lease together. But before this, she was just plain weird. She drank all her salsa, all her ketchup, and ate everything else in the house, like pasta (raw!). And she hid a bunch of pizza boxes in her closet. And she didn't even shower after she worked out. So the whole place smelled like horrible BO. And when she up and left, she didn't even bring her stuff! She straight up left all her crap here. Yikes, what a basket case.

I met one of my neighbors today- he's a sailor. Really, a sailor! I guess that makes sense because my backyard is a marina. I've never been sailing, so he said I should come one time. Don't worry, if I do, I'll bring Lauren. I can never get enough adventures in this place.

I'm starting to think about what my part time salary should be. I have no idea! I'm such a noob at these things. I don't want to underprice myself, but I don't want to overprice either. And I'm horrified at bargaining, but I learned in college that everyone needs to. Scary. I guess it should at least cover my rent, and food, and gas. Or is that too much for part time? Argh! Being an adult is hard.