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trinityvixenI hate shopping.
I say that a lot, and yet manage to go out and do it quite a few weekends in a row, now, but it nevertheless remains true, so long as I point on an adjoinder: I hate shopping for things I need. If I need a nice work outfit, I find dresses. When I got for pants, I find shirts. I always end up with skirts to tops in a 3-to-1 ratio.
This past weekend, I needed to shop for sneakers. Way back when I got tagged by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arcane_the_sage for that 'weirdness' meme, I mentioned that I tend to buy sneakers in two pairs every two years instead of one pair every year. So, I was past the two-year mark as of New Years, and my Skechers had huge chunks missing from the heels at this point, so I wanted to get new ones.
It took four shoe stores to find suitable replacements--and, of course, I bought two pairs of shoes, nearly three when I found two in my size in one of the styles I was buying. This is almost unheard of because the three stores before that I went to had stuff that was okay-ish, but nothing in my size. I go to Modells, and bam! The only style I like has two pairs in 9.5. So, I did my biannual shoe exchange on my Skechers, getting the exact same style I know and love in new colors (which are almost identical in color to the ones I had four years ago, so maybe I'll get back the pair I just threw out in two years' time).
I also got red suede Reeboks because why the hell not? They were dead comfortable, they were red, and I've lusted for red sneakers since Australia (my friend Amy Angel had red sneakers and I couldn't find any I liked there). It may be raining out, but I'm wearing the Reeboks because I want to keep the Skechers smelling nice for a little while longer (my old shoes smelled so bad, I had to take out the garbage when I'd tossed them).
I may have loathed the trekking about for shoes, but wearing new pairs makes me realize just how badly I needed to get rid of my old shoes. You sort of assume a little bit of walking around will hurt, and, as your shoes wear out, it hurts a little more and you just get used to it. I put on my new pair after buying them and continued to shop withfeiran, and man, what a difference. Even my already cranky, tired feet managed.
Something else I did this weekend? I watched 150-200 girls and some boys bounce around. I went home in time to catch my youngest sister's team hosting a cheerleading competition. It was pretty interesting, and definitely impressive, what they did, though I doubt very highly (no matter what my mother says) they do any of those stunts at athletic games. My sister's team is going to Nationals in a couple of weeks, so they're pretty good. Devin is a "flyer" meaning she is the one being tossed around (and sporting the best bruises when they drop her), and her group was really good.
But man, let me tell you, cheerleading boys? They are bouncy! There was this one kid with hobbit hair who jack-rabbited all around the tumble mat like mad, and he and another boy from a different team were flipping around together. Crazy. Where else would I be allowed to ogle underaged boys jiggling for my amusement?
On a more serious and down-side note: UGH, TEENAGERS. Teenage boys dress like they're ghetto-fabulous Guidos. Teenage girls seem to treat everything as an excuse for a major meltdown. One girl I saw standing talking to a friend/relative kept pressing her fingertips to her head, wearing an expression of XTREME!ANGUISH!ANGST!OMG! God only knows why, but I'm guessing she had a headache, or had forgotten her cell phone in the car so she couldn't get her message of encouragement from her boyfriend, Johnny Wants-to-be-a-gangsta. Teenagers are sooooooo dramatic. Gag me.
And yes, I can say all these things with impunity because I have witnesses who will testify that I was never that kind of teenager. I got my annoying phase out as a toddler, and I was all good from there. So nyah, I can say anything I want about teenagers because, yeah, they are not as I were...was?
I say that a lot, and yet manage to go out and do it quite a few weekends in a row, now, but it nevertheless remains true, so long as I point on an adjoinder: I hate shopping for things I need. If I need a nice work outfit, I find dresses. When I got for pants, I find shirts. I always end up with skirts to tops in a 3-to-1 ratio.
This past weekend, I needed to shop for sneakers. Way back when I got tagged by
arcane_the_sage for that 'weirdness' meme, I mentioned that I tend to buy sneakers in two pairs every two years instead of one pair every year. So, I was past the two-year mark as of New Years, and my Skechers had huge chunks missing from the heels at this point, so I wanted to get new ones.It took four shoe stores to find suitable replacements--and, of course, I bought two pairs of shoes, nearly three when I found two in my size in one of the styles I was buying. This is almost unheard of because the three stores before that I went to had stuff that was okay-ish, but nothing in my size. I go to Modells, and bam! The only style I like has two pairs in 9.5. So, I did my biannual shoe exchange on my Skechers, getting the exact same style I know and love in new colors (which are almost identical in color to the ones I had four years ago, so maybe I'll get back the pair I just threw out in two years' time).
I also got red suede Reeboks because why the hell not? They were dead comfortable, they were red, and I've lusted for red sneakers since Australia (my friend Amy Angel had red sneakers and I couldn't find any I liked there). It may be raining out, but I'm wearing the Reeboks because I want to keep the Skechers smelling nice for a little while longer (my old shoes smelled so bad, I had to take out the garbage when I'd tossed them).
I may have loathed the trekking about for shoes, but wearing new pairs makes me realize just how badly I needed to get rid of my old shoes. You sort of assume a little bit of walking around will hurt, and, as your shoes wear out, it hurts a little more and you just get used to it. I put on my new pair after buying them and continued to shop with
feiran, and man, what a difference. Even my already cranky, tired feet managed.Something else I did this weekend? I watched 150-200 girls and some boys bounce around. I went home in time to catch my youngest sister's team hosting a cheerleading competition. It was pretty interesting, and definitely impressive, what they did, though I doubt very highly (no matter what my mother says) they do any of those stunts at athletic games. My sister's team is going to Nationals in a couple of weeks, so they're pretty good. Devin is a "flyer" meaning she is the one being tossed around (and sporting the best bruises when they drop her), and her group was really good.
But man, let me tell you, cheerleading boys? They are bouncy! There was this one kid with hobbit hair who jack-rabbited all around the tumble mat like mad, and he and another boy from a different team were flipping around together. Crazy. Where else would I be allowed to ogle underaged boys jiggling for my amusement?
On a more serious and down-side note: UGH, TEENAGERS. Teenage boys dress like they're ghetto-fabulous Guidos. Teenage girls seem to treat everything as an excuse for a major meltdown. One girl I saw standing talking to a friend/relative kept pressing her fingertips to her head, wearing an expression of XTREME!ANGUISH!ANGST!OMG! God only knows why, but I'm guessing she had a headache, or had forgotten her cell phone in the car so she couldn't get her message of encouragement from her boyfriend, Johnny Wants-to-be-a-gangsta. Teenagers are sooooooo dramatic. Gag me.
And yes, I can say all these things with impunity because I have witnesses who will testify that I was never that kind of teenager. I got my annoying phase out as a toddler, and I was all good from there. So nyah, I can say anything I want about teenagers because, yeah, they are not as I were...was?
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Date: 2006-01-23 05:25 pm (UTC)I think I need a new pair.
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Date: 2006-01-23 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 10:15 pm (UTC)Then four years ago on spring break, I stopped in a shoe store and found some New Balance and Skechers both on the cheap (the Skechers were the display pair, and the store must have deemed the NB too ugly to pay full price for--I thought they were,too, but a few circles around the store, and I thought differently).
New Balance shoes are why I still buy Skechers and never NB again. NB is nice in that they make their shoes look almost exactly the same every year (which is in contrast to the FUGLY fucking shoes by almost every other line--Skechers included--that try to ape whatever style is popular or new trend in ergonomics is on the rise).
However, NB shoes wear out on my heel so fast, they're down to the canvas (which is tough as nuts on the back heel) in no time at all and giving me blisters. I stopped wearing the pair I bought two years ago after about six months. The Skechers have thus lasted as my primary shoe for 1.5 years at this point. That's enough to inspire customer loyalty. I didn't wear out the pair before those, and they're still my backups at my house in Westchester--that's four years.
And there's the thing where there is just the one style they never alter too much that I can get it again and again and know which one to buy and the right size before I even try 'em on. So long as the colors aren't hideous (and they're not, usually; the pair before last was blue-green, this last pair was white/blue with darker orange highlights, the new pair is blue and gray), I will keep buying that brand of shoe.
The red Reeboks were a throw back to when I wore those in like middle school--I had a friend who loved 'em to death and influenced me. Plus, you know, red!
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Date: 2006-01-24 02:35 am (UTC)always have
found a pair of cute little red velvet ones
not my size *sigh*
my ultimate goal is to find red, sparkly, ballet style slip ons.
wow.
i am sooo transparent sometimes.
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Date: 2006-01-24 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-24 04:41 am (UTC)see wizzard of oz for refrence.
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Date: 2006-01-24 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-24 03:49 pm (UTC)Firefly Fandom Nom
Date: 2006-01-27 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm not sure if you are aware of this but a few of us are doing a Firefly fanfiction and fanvid awards called the The Blue Sun Fandom Awards, aka The Strawberries, and I wanted to let you know that the following have been nominated: A Place to Be (http://community.livejournal.com/ff_fanfic/66630.html ) for Character vignette (movie).
Let us know if you would mind letting your story participate and if you agree with these category assignments or would prefer to have your stories in a different category. Also, stories are eligible to compete only in two different categories and you as an author can only have five stories compete in any single category (but this applies to all categories so you could have 30 plus if that was how many were nommed). A full list of the guidelines can be found on the website.
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