My Life Sucks in a Non-Interesting, Non-Tragic Way

Well, at least it's finally summer for me. Unfortunately, summer brings boredom and nothing to do-ness. The most exciting thing I'll be doing all summer is going to Wisconsin, the cheese and fudge capital of the country. That seems like a good way to lose weight, doesn't it? I'm actually pretty happy about it, but it's no Carribean. Or England. Or Morocco.
Although, I am currently planning a party which is taking place on Saturday. MOST of the planning is going well, but not all. A very close friend WHOM I LOVE DEARLY AND I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY I UPSET YOU is not happy with me right now. No names. Sorry, friend! I wanted to spend some quality time with Maddy!!!! Well, all I have left to do is make a banner and get some streamers. Whoopee!
At least from Wednesday to Saturday I'm taking care of some really adorable puppies from next door! They're gonna sleep in my room! Yay!
And now to talk about today's goings on. I've got one thing to say.
I HATE Hollister.
I've had this Hollister gift card for about two years, and I just didn't have the heart to throw it away. I mean, why throw 40 bucks of your aunt's money away just because you're really not that interested in that store that much anymore? So today, I called to see if the card was still worth anything, and convinced my mom to drive me to the local shopping...area...thingy....and go to that store. That horrible, horrible store.
First of all, mom and I think that only anorexic, deaf vampires work there. It's so badly lit in there, I could hardly see what I was purchasing. Which is a really bad idea because there are mannequins and fake plants and displays and all kinds of crap to bump into while you're there. I tripped a couple of times. Secondly, the music they've got going on in there it LOUD. Mom and I had to SCREAM to actually hear each other over the "major tunage". I thought music in stores was supposed to be quiet and in the background to soothe you while you browse, not totally elevate your heart rate because you're shouting at your shopping companion! Am I right or am I right? Also, it REEKS of cologne in there. Like, so much, you may never smell quite right again. The "dress" that I bought from there still smells like it. AND, the people who designed those clothes for Hollister don't seem to believe it the size XL. There was and extra small, but not an extra large. And I thought I was an outcast already. Lastly, there is an attractive shirtless man everywhere you look. Which really confuses me. If you're going to sell clothes, why do you have people with basically no clothes on be your models? I mean, WHAT. THE. CRAP. And now, my sweet ducklings, that is the end of my Hollister rant. Ranking that store in stars, I only give them half a star. And that's only because I found a piece of clothing in vertical stripes. Thanks for all your effort toward the fat girls, Hollister. At least the vertical stripe top (It's supposed to be a dress, but for obvious reasons, I can't wear it that way.) makes my boobs look bigger.


And now I breathe a sigh of relief that I'm done typing all of that. That. Took. A while.





(P.S. I got two lip glosses at Hollister. Peach Sangria and Cake Batter. THOSE I'm happy with.)