A Piece of My FREAKIN mind
I know I could never cut it as a mall rat. I
absolutely dread the day when I have to enter the mall,
the sea of a hundred stores, clothes, and people
waiting to take my money. And it's not like
a freak (not really) girl like me feels welcome in the mall.
When you have pink hair, and dress like me the sales
people in the mall don't welcome you to their
store with open arms (although they do follow you around
a lot, what can i say? Everyone wants me) I often wonder how
those little 12-16 year old mall rats
can hanging out at the mall all fucking day.
What the fuck is so good about the mall? It's not like there's
a lot to do there, well other than but stuff.
You can hang out in the food court, but then
you have to buy food. Yes it's true on the occaisional
day (like when it's -30 degrees outside) I will
go inside the mall, even though there is absolutely
nothing to do in there except walk around.
I will never be a trendy girl.
I will never shop some place like Le Chateau,
or the Gap (although it is fun to try on clothes
and have the sales people wait on you for 2 hours,
and then return whatever you bought the next day, not saying
I do that, not very often anyways).
I would never want to be a Gap girl. Just give
me a 20 and direct me to the nearest vintage or used
clothing store.
So what if I'm not
a Gap girl? Why the fuck would I ever want to
be a Gap girl? Salvation Army that's the store for me,
and it's not because I'm poor, it's cuz I'm a vintage
alternative to the prep-stars of my school. A really
wicked vintage store to check out if you're in the
Calgary area is Divine Decadence on 17th ave. It is
the absolute adest store, and they sell hair dye it
such intense colors as apple green, flamingo pink,
mandarin, and my personal favorite (yes I have dyed my
hair all these colors, and no it hasn't fallen out yet)
favorite, atlantic blue. So kids here's the message to
keep in mind, I'm not tryin to say that all you mall rats
out there suck, cuz hey you're entitled to buy stuff
at the mall just as much as I'm entitled to shop at the Salvation
Army. I'm just saying that personally I hate malls,
I fear them (especially the smoking patrol, tell me
to put out my smoke cuz i'm under age, well fuck you!) I'll
give you an alternative to hanging out at the mall
hang out in cool coffee shops (like Terra nova on 17th ave
if you happen to be in the Calgary area).
I'd much rather get 10 things for $20, than one thing
for $100. Why buy stuff new, when you can buy cooler stuff used?
(Unless it's underwear, now that's just gross!)
Ponder that one while you're laying in your little
pink frilly canopy bed tonight and call me first thing in the
morning.
This was a true story kids. :)
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