Monday, October 30, 2006

Music: Wilco - I Am Trying to Break Your Heart
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::sigh:: I'm going through a bit of a crisis right now. Bear with me. My version of a crisis is really nothing at all, so don't get too worried.

The lead up to this is that my mother was very disappointed that I didn't get a senior portrait done for the yearbook...so now I need to go get one done on my own. Super duper. Because we all know how much I *love* having my picture taken...But anyway, this is going to be a good picture, so I need to wear something nice. I thought I had it all figured out. I have a black sweater. Bingo. It's settled...

In the immortal words of Kevin Spacey in Superman Returns:
WRONG!!!

She just would not let go of the idea of me wearing a blue sweater. Jesus tapdancing Christ is it really that big a deal? Apparently. So I had to schlep all the way out to Chester to get a goddamned blue sweater. And of course she wanted to come to make sure I didn't get the first thing I found...Now normally I'm not such a brat about this, but I've been feeling under the weather for a few days now (I washed out of Ant's party kinda early on Saturday), and *really* didn't feel like getting dress. No choice now or I was going to ruin my mother's life by not getting a fucking blue sweater to wear for this picture.

So where do we go? Banana Goddamned Republic, that's where. I've been kind of on-strike against that store my entire life. That's where people like my freshman year roommate went to shop for preppy clothes that would show how much better they were than everyone else. Much to my dismay...the clothes in there were actually quite tasteful and I ended up getting a few things in addition to the blue sweater, which wasn't *exactly* the shade my mother wanted, but I made it very clear we were not going on a day-long hunt for her dream-shirt.

It was the fact that I liked the stuff in there that caused me kind of a crisis...I never really thought of myself as someone who would shop at a store like that...But there I was buying black trouser pants and a bunch of sweaters. What changed? Did anything? Was I being stupid this whole time having a vendetta against a stupid store because of this preconceived notion I had of what it represented?

Whatever. I'm too tired for this shit right now.
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