Dec 23 2009

Finally got around to writing Jake today, so that was very good. I feel good about that. Finished off the last of the shopping with my little sisters and Parker at the mall today, and that was an endeavor. I don't understand why the entire world (our family is also at fault here, but for this post, we will simply ignore this fact) waits until the last possible second to buy Christmas presents. I mean, Christmas has never changed days. It's not like February 29th where it just decides to show up every four years, it is always, and always will be, December 25. So, why in the world, do people declare December 23 as national buy almost everything on your list day? It's insane. My favorite part about this madness however, is the fact that people have the nerve to get mad at the employees, or companies, when they are told that something just cannot be ready by Christmas. It's not their fault that you waited until the 23rd you oaf, don't yell at them for your idocracies. It fascinates me. Luckily, our adventures in the mall went very smoothly, and we found everything we needed, and finished on a very nice note. :] As we sat, eating our Pretzel Time and Orange Julius (the staple trip to the mall food) we found ourselves across from the lovely Hollister clothing store. (For those that are unaware of what Hollister is, it is a store that has extremely high prices, and audition to work there to make sure you "look the part" and is known for it's prestige among high school students) Anyway, outside of this particular store was where we were, and we watched as people walked by, in, out and around this store. It was the most entertaining thing I have ever done. I noticed, no one walked out of the stores with bags. We sat there for a good forty five minutes, and I never saw one person walk out a customer. We also found that it was an entertainment for the not so prestigious high school students to venture into Hollister, and see how long they could last. It was hilarious. This became the highlight of my week. Grunged down, pierced, long hair covered boys would come out the store with looks of disgust, and shock at what they had just experienced. I never thought I could get such a joy out of a simple task. When I came home, I spent a large majority of my time on Facebook, chatting away with Troy. Waste of time, yes. But it was pretty fun. :] We added sledding to our Brazilian dinner making date, so we will see how that goes. Rumor has it we're both pretty clumsy, so hopefully we both walk away uninjured. After dinner I got roped into the shopping rink again, this time assisting my father, who had no idea how to buy for my mother. It went well however, and we succeeded. :] Luckily, Christmas is in just two days, so this madness will continue no longer. :] I just dubbed the worst job in America to the Customer Service people at Wal-Mart. Imagine the bagillions of returns they have to suffer through when the 27th rolls around. Unfortunate beings. Someone should dedicate something to them.