Know What's Great? It's Story Time With Steph.

Today, I woke up and within thirty seconds, the doorbell rang. Let me remind you that I live out in the middle of freaking nowhere and this, like, never happens. The second thing that happened was a heard my pastor, Harlan, 's voice greeting my dad; which also never happens. (I feel like I use semi-colons far too often, do you agree?) My first thought was, Dang! Now I can't wear that shirt I bought yesterday with Kristen at Target! because I was planning on wearing it Sunday.
Life: 2,354. Steph: 0.

Also, if you have three hours to spare, like I so often do, you should read this. Particularly if you're a big Maximum Ride fan, and even if you're not. It's called Diary of a Lovesick Mutant and is the most brilliantly written fanfiction I've ever stumbled upon. It's not often that the word "bacon" is put into every single three thousand word chapter. But, it's really good, so even if you don't believe me, you should just read the first chapter anyway.

Yesterday, as I mentioned, my sister and I went out to go shopping because we'd both gotten our meager little half-paychecks on Saturday last week and hadn't spent any of it. Before we left, Kristen babbled on about how, according to this book she's reading written by some random gay guy, certain colors are your "romantic" color and are supposed to match the color of your index finger after you've pinched it. MIND BLOWN MUCH? (By the way, we still can't figure out what color my eyes are. I'll have to post a picture sometime and see what you all think, dear followers.)
So, anyway, the two of us climbed into our rickety old silver '88 Volvo Stationwagon and headed off to Target. Kristen ended up getting pissed off at me for psychologically analyzing her (because that's what I do) on the way over. Note that on a side-note that while I love Kristen I hate clothes shopping with her because she's tiny, skinny, and wears a size 1 jeans. Not only that, but she's, like, eleven times prettier than I am and looks good in everything.
She picked out at least five shirts for me to try on, including something that I thought was hideous and looked like something my mother would wear. But, as it turns out, I ended up buying it because it was cute on me and made me feel good inside - which doesn't happen all that often. So, I walked out of the store with said shirt and a bottle of shampoo as big as my face. Kristen didn't end up buying anything.
Then after that, because we're teenage girls and thoroughly enjoy shopping, we drove to Plato's Closet (teen consignment store) to look at clothing because I needed jeans. Badly. The sad thing was that neither of us found anything there, either, and so we went to McDonalds and ate our feelings because it made us feel better.
Kristen, suddenly in a better mood and feeling very courageous with a tummy full of a Ranch Stack-Wrap and medium fries, decided we were going to attempt shopping at Target once again. I said okay.
We walked in through the automatic entree doors (me with my fries at hand) and headed straight for the clothes section, where Kristen quickly located a shirt she'd tried on an hour ago (a cute, black, knitted Mexican-style V-neck). "Haha!" she exclaimed. "Wanna go see if we can find a Justin Beiber CD?"
I laughed a little. "Sure, why not?"
"Because how funny would that be if we just stuck that on your iTunes and Daniel synced his iPod to it unknowingly?"
I grinned.
"Then," she continued, "wouldn't that be fantastic if he put his iPod on shuffle and had a mental heart attack when a Justin Beiber song randomly popped up?"
"Let's go!" I said, and we quickly began making it over to the CD section.
But we stopped within a heartbeat when we saw the unthinkable: Michael Newman and his mom walking down the aisle with a cart. I let out a little shriek.
"We're going this way!" I whisper/yelled.
We did a 180, and began to scurry away as fast as we could. They began following us, and I was one hundred percent sure that they'd spotted us. Then a fantastic idea came up on my screen. "I suddenly feel the need to throw my McDonalds fry-holder away!" I exclaimed loud enough for him to hear me and darted through the register lines to find a trashcan.
When he'd passed and was a safe distance away from my sister and I, we made our way over to the Justin Beiber CDs anyway. But, not finding it in ourselves to actually buy anything, we turned away and looked at DVDs instead because I had mentioned earlier that morning I would like to rent a chick flick to watch that night. 10 Things I Hate About You, while tempting, was way out of our price range, so we settled on getting Get Smart and Sense and Sensibility instead.
So, to end our frivolous day, Kristen and I locked ourselves in her bedroom and watched the Jane Austen film huddled on her pink shag rug eating mugs full of chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream. What a great way to end a day!
In conclusion, shopping is not entirely bad when you're with the right person. And the next time I'm wearing fuzzy socks, I'm going to burst into my sister's room and yell, "Kristen! I'm getting fuzzical!". That would be such an epic win day.