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Tuesday, approx. 10 PM. While sitting at the desk writing my English essay, I suddenly felt something tickly on my right shoulder. I looked down and saw big black spider crawling towards my neck. After a couple rushed brushes I think I knocked it off. I went to the bathroom to utilize the mirrors and make sure I hadn’t just relocated it to somewhere harder to defend, like my back. I didn’t see it. That’s about it. But first, why do I always get the spiders?
*EDIT* Today is Monday, and I just found the spider. Same area, on the floor, dead (I think the dogs got it.) So I checked and yeah, big black widow. Really big. Super fat and thick legged and such. eeeee.
Today I took off school for a 'mental health day'. I reset myself and all was good. Later in the day I decided I was in the mood for a Jamba Juice, so I journeyed off towards the one at which the house-sitter works. Unfortunately, he had worked that morning, so when I arrived there was no smiling recipient to give me hook-ups and cheaper juice. Even more unfortunate, I got lost going to the Northridge Mall. I would normally go down White Oak, then turn left at the CSUN sculpture near the Yoshinoya, but this time, driver started driving a different direction and we drove down Reseda to Parthenia, at which point I thought we should turn right, find White Oak then find that spot I would recognize. So we drive back to White Oak, turn and start driving. We find his old house. I point out the fact that White Oak doesn’t go through, so when we reach that spot we turn again. We are now driving down some road whose name is a big one but I forgot which, and I decide it's a good idea to call my mom for street names. So I call, she spits out a couple names after some prodding, then, she gets the call waiting of my sister, and so she hangs up with me even though I was in far more dire straits. However, I'm shall say that this might have a positive side, for I am ever the eternal optimist. This shows how often I end up at the mall, and it follows what type of person I am. And that makes me happy. I suppose. Or something. We eventually found it, then drove around and passed until at the backside near the north end for the Jamba Juice. I was swindled into a peanut butter moo'd, which was much much less than I had expected/hoped for (for some reason it tasted like bananas.) As we left Jamba Juice I left one of two pennies face up on the ground outside. We then ventured on to Topz for after this long long period of drive-time we were both hungry.
As we walked into Topz I took note of the fact that the check-out girl was displaying key signs of girly interest in Luke, so I did the sensible thing and prodded him into using his manly charm to get possible discount. He calls his reaction indignant, I say he just didn’t wanna ssschmooze with the be-pig-tailed overly smiley blonde worker. We joked around and I prodded him for awhile, with tips and such, then we finally got around to ordering and he was sadly unsuccessful for a number of reasons which I then went over with him. We got our food to go and ate sitting on the side of the fountain. We experienced severe chipmunk cheeks. I saw some shiny shiny coins. I left the other penny that didn’t make it to the wallet in the fountain. I commented on the presence of nickels and dimes, which Luke thought were glued down. I agreed, they did look glued down. My inquisitive nature bade me check. So I did. It wasn’t! Since my arm was already wet, I decided to get the rest. We proceeded to sweep the fountain of all silver coins, and some used-to-be silver coins. Profits estimated at $2.30. We walked back to the car and on the way stopped in Linens and things, which had a cool chair I wanted to buy. We went inside and were distracted by super squishy awesome neon (orange!) pillows. A passing worker told us to check out the psychedelic pillows up stairs. So we went upstairs and I found super squishy display beds, which I of course tested. There were also vibrating pillows. A new passing clerk kindly asked me to remove myself from the store display. We saw the ‘psychedelic’ pillows which really weren’t that great. I bought my super cheap super comfy tiny blue chair then on to the parking lot, where I had fun gaining driving experience.
Since we had time, we transformed our meager selves into mallrats of the finest. K B Toys is indeed an awesome fun place, even with the danger of finding mentally scarring items hidden in only the most visual locations throughout the store. More cool chairs here, but none in boxes means no scanning, so they will have to wait, along with Godzilla and dinosaur dragons. It was getting late, since it was/is a school night so off to home. Got stuff and arrived at Mom’s. I decided I was hungry, and with my odd food cravings I wanted something with meat, some substance, and of course Mom’s house didn’t contain it. Mother was kind and drove me to nearby Ralph’s. I walk up to the Ralph’s and as I go to go inside, I see a security guard through the exit doors. I smiled kind of and he slowly with deliberate movements placed the forefinger of his right hand on the tip of his nose. I took a couple steps back towards the exit doors putting my finger on my nose accompanied by a questioning look and he takes his finger off his nose and points at the door. I must have had an openly confused expression because the homeless guy standing by the doors said that I should use the exit doors for the others were closed. ‘Just saving ya a trip,’ he said. I thanked him and continued inside. As I walked towards the frozen food section I decided that I wanted to get him something to eat. So I went back outside to talk to him (passing the strange security guard who continued his game of weird glances). While I spoke to him I took note of the fact that he was counting pennies. I asked him if I could buy him something to eat, and he said he was really hungry. After a small amount of talking, including him telling me he had done the job of painting the laundromat (which is in the same plaza) I found out what I could buy him, then went inside to obtain it. Mom and I walked to the frozen food section, me explaining what he had said, then began the quest for food. I suggested she get the soup things while I pick out a meal for me.
After I chose my dinner, I walked to the refrigerated wall to pick out some prepackaged cold cuts. As I stood there choosing the proper ones (I picked up two, then saw the calorie count on the back and decided to get a little more) and I heard mumbling behind me.
I turn, and passing me is an older guy (not old old, just…noticeably older than I ) who at my quizzical glance repeated himself. ‘Yehsihrrrkwuit’...
‘Excuse me?’
‘You sure are cute.’ (still with odd accent, just a tad more understandable.)
‘um…thank you….’ I said dismissivly while turning back to the meats on the wall.
‘You live around here?’ he continued on.
‘um…sometimes,’ I replied (I try to use innocuous answers with this type of folk.).
‘Yeah, I just moved here, I live near Valeria,’ he continued, trying to keep the conversation up. I add an ‘oh.’ And start to turn again. He looks about to leave, and indeed I believe I saw him start to push his cart the direction he had started. However, he turned back and said, ‘Do you go to college around here?’ to which I tactfully replied ‘No. I’m a sophomore in high school.’
‘You’re in high school?’ he repeated with incredulous nature.
‘Yeah. I’m a sophomore.’ I repeated.
‘What’s that? Like what number?’
‘I’m in tenth grade,’ I explained.
‘No way! For reals? Man, when you get older, maybe twelfth or eleventh grade, you’re gonna be a bombshell!’
Cold hard stare. ‘uhmmm..thanks.’
‘Naw man, I’m serious. Like, you should be a model. You’ve got the perfect body, the clothes would look good on you. And you’ve got a good smile. And blue eyes.’ (The only smiled I had smiled was the smile of ‘I’m smiling because I never found it kind to growl after a possibly innocent compliment. Be wary.’ It is hardly considerable as a smile, yet to him, it counts as a ‘good smile’) ‘yeah, I need to get shopping though, for’ (he mumbled. He either said family, which it sounded like but I try to think otherwise, or food, which I suppose makes sense and as such I declare it the main possibility.)
I started to leave when he jumped back at me, extending his hand and declaring his name toe Lee. I cordially made contact with as small an area possible given his overzealous nature. ‘Mei,’ I said whilst leaving, then turned into the next available aisle frowning. It is my belief that my friendlyish attitude was caused by the job currently at hand. I found Mom and we went to the registers. I asked one of the cashiers if there were any plastic spoons in the bakery. The bagger then went over to fetch a couple. As we stood there and he rung up my food, I decided it was the perfect solution to give the fountain money to him also. I ran back to the produce section, which contained Lee and one other, and I snatched a small plastic bag, into which I poured the coin contents of my wallet. I wrapped it shut, so no coins would spill, then put it in the larger bag of food. We walked outside and I gave him the bag. Mom said she hoped he liked the flavors. He was really grateful and pleased. We introduced ourselves. He, CJ, me, Mei. He said he was counting coins in hopes of more cigarettes, because he was on his last one. He was almost done with the one he was smoking. I wished him a good night, he thanked and such, Mom and I got in the car. As we were pulling out of the parking space I could see him through the windshield, looking through the bag, picking up a spoon or something, when he found the smaller bag. He picked it up with a look to say ‘hmm? What’s this?’ and then saw coins and looked up with a look that made my night. It was so...happy, but not in the overkill kind of way. The look said ‘awww’ but with so much deeper meaning. On the drive home mom said she wished she was more charitable, I told her it was alright. We discussed various views.
When we got inside I set down the bag in the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wash my hands (cause being Lee). I came back to the kitchen, took a frozen thing and placed it in the freezer, took the other out for microwave, then saw the cold cuts in the bottom of the bag. So we drove back to Ralph’s. As we pull into the spot up front, he looks up, sees us and wears a look of ‘you again?’ I got out and handed him the meat explaining its fate of being in the wrong bag. He thanked me more. Short short conversation in which he mentioned having painted the laundromat. I left explaining my mother’s tired state as he gathered his things. As I walked to the car, another guy was walking up with a shopping cart with some odd items inside. ‘aye see you met mah frayund’ ‘yeah(something something)’ he continued talking as he walked, regardless the fact that he wasn’t facing me and I couldn’t hear him. He turnedish and said again ‘I see you met my friend.’ He walked funny. His name was Bobby. I have decided to go visit them again.
*EDIT* Today is Monday, and I just found the spider. Same area, on the floor, dead (I think the dogs got it.) So I checked and yeah, big black widow. Really big. Super fat and thick legged and such. eeeee.
Today I took off school for a 'mental health day'. I reset myself and all was good. Later in the day I decided I was in the mood for a Jamba Juice, so I journeyed off towards the one at which the house-sitter works. Unfortunately, he had worked that morning, so when I arrived there was no smiling recipient to give me hook-ups and cheaper juice. Even more unfortunate, I got lost going to the Northridge Mall. I would normally go down White Oak, then turn left at the CSUN sculpture near the Yoshinoya, but this time, driver started driving a different direction and we drove down Reseda to Parthenia, at which point I thought we should turn right, find White Oak then find that spot I would recognize. So we drive back to White Oak, turn and start driving. We find his old house. I point out the fact that White Oak doesn’t go through, so when we reach that spot we turn again. We are now driving down some road whose name is a big one but I forgot which, and I decide it's a good idea to call my mom for street names. So I call, she spits out a couple names after some prodding, then, she gets the call waiting of my sister, and so she hangs up with me even though I was in far more dire straits. However, I'm shall say that this might have a positive side, for I am ever the eternal optimist. This shows how often I end up at the mall, and it follows what type of person I am. And that makes me happy. I suppose. Or something. We eventually found it, then drove around and passed until at the backside near the north end for the Jamba Juice. I was swindled into a peanut butter moo'd, which was much much less than I had expected/hoped for (for some reason it tasted like bananas.) As we left Jamba Juice I left one of two pennies face up on the ground outside. We then ventured on to Topz for after this long long period of drive-time we were both hungry.
As we walked into Topz I took note of the fact that the check-out girl was displaying key signs of girly interest in Luke, so I did the sensible thing and prodded him into using his manly charm to get possible discount. He calls his reaction indignant, I say he just didn’t wanna ssschmooze with the be-pig-tailed overly smiley blonde worker. We joked around and I prodded him for awhile, with tips and such, then we finally got around to ordering and he was sadly unsuccessful for a number of reasons which I then went over with him. We got our food to go and ate sitting on the side of the fountain. We experienced severe chipmunk cheeks. I saw some shiny shiny coins. I left the other penny that didn’t make it to the wallet in the fountain. I commented on the presence of nickels and dimes, which Luke thought were glued down. I agreed, they did look glued down. My inquisitive nature bade me check. So I did. It wasn’t! Since my arm was already wet, I decided to get the rest. We proceeded to sweep the fountain of all silver coins, and some used-to-be silver coins. Profits estimated at $2.30. We walked back to the car and on the way stopped in Linens and things, which had a cool chair I wanted to buy. We went inside and were distracted by super squishy awesome neon (orange!) pillows. A passing worker told us to check out the psychedelic pillows up stairs. So we went upstairs and I found super squishy display beds, which I of course tested. There were also vibrating pillows. A new passing clerk kindly asked me to remove myself from the store display. We saw the ‘psychedelic’ pillows which really weren’t that great. I bought my super cheap super comfy tiny blue chair then on to the parking lot, where I had fun gaining driving experience.
Since we had time, we transformed our meager selves into mallrats of the finest. K B Toys is indeed an awesome fun place, even with the danger of finding mentally scarring items hidden in only the most visual locations throughout the store. More cool chairs here, but none in boxes means no scanning, so they will have to wait, along with Godzilla and dinosaur dragons. It was getting late, since it was/is a school night so off to home. Got stuff and arrived at Mom’s. I decided I was hungry, and with my odd food cravings I wanted something with meat, some substance, and of course Mom’s house didn’t contain it. Mother was kind and drove me to nearby Ralph’s. I walk up to the Ralph’s and as I go to go inside, I see a security guard through the exit doors. I smiled kind of and he slowly with deliberate movements placed the forefinger of his right hand on the tip of his nose. I took a couple steps back towards the exit doors putting my finger on my nose accompanied by a questioning look and he takes his finger off his nose and points at the door. I must have had an openly confused expression because the homeless guy standing by the doors said that I should use the exit doors for the others were closed. ‘Just saving ya a trip,’ he said. I thanked him and continued inside. As I walked towards the frozen food section I decided that I wanted to get him something to eat. So I went back outside to talk to him (passing the strange security guard who continued his game of weird glances). While I spoke to him I took note of the fact that he was counting pennies. I asked him if I could buy him something to eat, and he said he was really hungry. After a small amount of talking, including him telling me he had done the job of painting the laundromat (which is in the same plaza) I found out what I could buy him, then went inside to obtain it. Mom and I walked to the frozen food section, me explaining what he had said, then began the quest for food. I suggested she get the soup things while I pick out a meal for me.
After I chose my dinner, I walked to the refrigerated wall to pick out some prepackaged cold cuts. As I stood there choosing the proper ones (I picked up two, then saw the calorie count on the back and decided to get a little more) and I heard mumbling behind me.
I turn, and passing me is an older guy (not old old, just…noticeably older than I ) who at my quizzical glance repeated himself. ‘Yehsihrrrkwuit’...
‘Excuse me?’
‘You sure are cute.’ (still with odd accent, just a tad more understandable.)
‘um…thank you….’ I said dismissivly while turning back to the meats on the wall.
‘You live around here?’ he continued on.
‘um…sometimes,’ I replied (I try to use innocuous answers with this type of folk.).
‘Yeah, I just moved here, I live near Valeria,’ he continued, trying to keep the conversation up. I add an ‘oh.’ And start to turn again. He looks about to leave, and indeed I believe I saw him start to push his cart the direction he had started. However, he turned back and said, ‘Do you go to college around here?’ to which I tactfully replied ‘No. I’m a sophomore in high school.’
‘You’re in high school?’ he repeated with incredulous nature.
‘Yeah. I’m a sophomore.’ I repeated.
‘What’s that? Like what number?’
‘I’m in tenth grade,’ I explained.
‘No way! For reals? Man, when you get older, maybe twelfth or eleventh grade, you’re gonna be a bombshell!’
Cold hard stare. ‘uhmmm..thanks.’
‘Naw man, I’m serious. Like, you should be a model. You’ve got the perfect body, the clothes would look good on you. And you’ve got a good smile. And blue eyes.’ (The only smiled I had smiled was the smile of ‘I’m smiling because I never found it kind to growl after a possibly innocent compliment. Be wary.’ It is hardly considerable as a smile, yet to him, it counts as a ‘good smile’) ‘yeah, I need to get shopping though, for’ (he mumbled. He either said family, which it sounded like but I try to think otherwise, or food, which I suppose makes sense and as such I declare it the main possibility.)
I started to leave when he jumped back at me, extending his hand and declaring his name toe Lee. I cordially made contact with as small an area possible given his overzealous nature. ‘Mei,’ I said whilst leaving, then turned into the next available aisle frowning. It is my belief that my friendlyish attitude was caused by the job currently at hand. I found Mom and we went to the registers. I asked one of the cashiers if there were any plastic spoons in the bakery. The bagger then went over to fetch a couple. As we stood there and he rung up my food, I decided it was the perfect solution to give the fountain money to him also. I ran back to the produce section, which contained Lee and one other, and I snatched a small plastic bag, into which I poured the coin contents of my wallet. I wrapped it shut, so no coins would spill, then put it in the larger bag of food. We walked outside and I gave him the bag. Mom said she hoped he liked the flavors. He was really grateful and pleased. We introduced ourselves. He, CJ, me, Mei. He said he was counting coins in hopes of more cigarettes, because he was on his last one. He was almost done with the one he was smoking. I wished him a good night, he thanked and such, Mom and I got in the car. As we were pulling out of the parking space I could see him through the windshield, looking through the bag, picking up a spoon or something, when he found the smaller bag. He picked it up with a look to say ‘hmm? What’s this?’ and then saw coins and looked up with a look that made my night. It was so...happy, but not in the overkill kind of way. The look said ‘awww’ but with so much deeper meaning. On the drive home mom said she wished she was more charitable, I told her it was alright. We discussed various views.
When we got inside I set down the bag in the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wash my hands (cause being Lee). I came back to the kitchen, took a frozen thing and placed it in the freezer, took the other out for microwave, then saw the cold cuts in the bottom of the bag. So we drove back to Ralph’s. As we pull into the spot up front, he looks up, sees us and wears a look of ‘you again?’ I got out and handed him the meat explaining its fate of being in the wrong bag. He thanked me more. Short short conversation in which he mentioned having painted the laundromat. I left explaining my mother’s tired state as he gathered his things. As I walked to the car, another guy was walking up with a shopping cart with some odd items inside. ‘aye see you met mah frayund’ ‘yeah(something something)’ he continued talking as he walked, regardless the fact that he wasn’t facing me and I couldn’t hear him. He turnedish and said again ‘I see you met my friend.’ He walked funny. His name was Bobby. I have decided to go visit them again.