I had the best night tonight that I've had in a while. I spent the whole day shopping, and ended up with one shirt. And a necklace. Literally. I spent around four hours at the mall, and bought one shirt. I'm returning the shoes because they just don't match. They're too tall anyway, I definitely don't need the height.
I hate shopping, I really do. Wait, let me re-phrase that. I hate shopping when you have to shop. Like when you're going to a funeral, for instance. Or a wedding. I like the whole concept of going out and blowing your money when you find something cute, but having to buy something is like Murphy's Law: when you don't need it, it's there; when you need it, it's not there.
It's irritating.
The rest of this entry was written before today. Diaryland was being retarded and wouldn't let me add a new entry, so I simply added to the previous.
Sometimes I wonder what is going on in my life.
I talked to Steve last night. No wait. I didn't. I didn't talk to Steve last night.
I didn't get to tell him how Melanie, Lyndsay, Heather and I did this cute little "Snow Dance" in the middle of street and it worked. I didn't get to tell him I scored a ninety-eight percent on my history test. I didn't get to tell him how horrible I felt the whole day, and how happy I was that we were talking.
Instead, I sat around last night, listening to my parents yell at each other.
Sometimes I wonder what is going on in my life, because I'd really like to know.