her purse while she runs
toward the sale rack.
My feet + legs are so sore from yesterday. Iceskating can be a bitch. Dogs can be a bitch. That lady at the Forever 21 counter can be a bitch. But anyways, yes, iceskating is a bitch to a girl's delicate leg-bones and feet-bones.
Is it super cheap to return a shirt your grandma gave you, for extra money? Because that's what I did lol. The baby-blue and white plaid short-sleeve buttonup was pretty cute (long description eh?).. but looked mega baggy and not awesome on me ): What sucked was that I had to get store credit! Not cash! FML. But I bought some rings and other crap to relieve me of my sadness, no worries.
Me and Julie met up with Brandon, Narry, and Vanida at Walmart. I kind of feel like a badass because we jay-walked over there ^__^ Anyways, Narry was shopping for a bikini (Brandon said it was ugly, who knows.) When me and Julie got there, we had to jay-walk back (badass x2.) I guess we felt a bit ghetto that day so we ate at BK.
Details about iceskating? It's a blur. I just remember lots of waiting.. and pictures.. and my stomach growling like a dog on rabies.
Here's a BK-tastic picture that shows my baaallllinnn' status. And it shows my posing skillz:
