No. 31

So, what's the deal with blogger. It doesn't seem to be working, hmmmmmmmmm?

Ok, so I was going to the mall yet again. Went to Crate & Barrel because my mom had to return this tablecloth, well this group of three ladies knocked over one of those displays full of glass. It's the one where it's a white column, and there are different glass pieces stacked on it with glass in between, well they must have done something, because before anyone knew it, the whole thing came towering down. Quite shocking, and the thing is that they never had to pay for it, they just made sure everyone wasn't hurt, that's the beauty of America. We have so much excess that we don't get shaky about probably a good 100 dollars merchandise and probably more. Anywhere else on earth besides America, damn sure you would have to pay for it, and people would be totally gawking at you.

So, I'm walking to my car, these hoodlums, that's what I prefer to call them, six in a beat up old caramel Chevy with a cow's head or what have you that's found in the Road Rules RV is stuck on the hood, cruising into preppy Bellevue Square. What makes people so afraid of them, I mean they're probably shoppers just like anyone else. For all we know, they could be going inside and getting a smoothie instead of sloshing back some beers. Or they could be going to Banana Republic to look at some nifty turtlenecks that they're girlfriends will admire. Also, why is that it seems people in small towns always have loved ones? WHY? Why can't people in big cities find love, I mean there is a bigger population and lots of places that people congrugate in due to their interests. Why can't people meet here more then they meet in small towns. It's funny how the world is today.

Furthermore, I was in the car with my mom today, I was driving her old lady car as I so love to refer to it. I love that damn thing, I mean it's mellow yellow, Mercedes Benz, 230E I think not quite sure about the model, it had it's own pin on the grill, everyone is so damn nice to you in that thing, I mean people will tell you where they are parking so you can wait for a space, people stop a good foot at least making sure not to rear end you, and for gods sake, it is definitely respected by others, even if you drive slow and people want to pass you, they still signal. When I drive my dad's BMW 325, everyone expects you to go fast, they never leave enough room between your car and there's so your brow is sweating because you gotta put the thing in gear and make sure it doesn't go backwards, and people are just damn rude because you're actually driving the speed limit. Same with SUVS, the ML from Mercedes, yea you get no respect in that thing. It seems the E from Mercedes is better, but people still don't let you change lanes and shit because they figure you know where you're going and you're just some preppy son of a bitch talking on your cell. I love mellow yellow, did I mention I bot an Abercrombie "vintage ski jacket" that is also yellow. Definitely is nice!

So I always wondered why some people just don't let people do things. Ok, so I want to go to this senior trip to Hawaii. For the first time, my mom is gun ho about it, the women who thinks I should live at home while in college. I haven't told my dad yet, first because it isn't final yet and secondly, well because I don't think he'll let me. Everyone is probably gonna say, well you don't know until you ask, but have we ever heard about the repercussions of asking? I don't quite understand why he won't let me go because it's not like some shoebomber is going to kill me and after all it was his dear uncle that says, "fate decides," so I don't understand why. I'm probably going to go belligerently drunk and do all that stuff, probably to some degree, but it's not like i'm going to kill myself. I'm not going to scar my body in any way physically either, so I don't quite understand why he would say no for the fact of hindering my socialness. The reason I know he would say no is because he hasn't had the experience, he envies me, he feels that if he doesn't know about this experience, I can't go. OH WHAT TO DO MY DEAR ROMEO? (ahem, if I had a Romeo, or anyone of guidance?)

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