The 2000's have been an interesting decade thus far
I have met some interesting people, seen some interesting places, had some interesting experiences therefore I claim this an interesting decade. I would like to elaborate on this using this blog as a medium to do so. There are many interesting anecdotes, both past and present, that I would like to share to prove my hypothesis a valid one. I will most likely do this in a near schizophrenic way (ie: not in order or in any form of sense)
Shopping makes me feel weird
I never realized how good of a writer Walt Whitman was until I read the outside facade of the shopping mall named after the famed Huntington native and legendary bi-curious poet. With his words of encouragement I delved into a world I have become to dread: the shopping mall.
I don't know if it has anything to do with the words of a bi-sexual that wrap the building, but I hate shopping. I say this in reference to clothes mainly, especially when I'm resorted to buying some article of clothing for a female for a gift. I would say that 1 in 3 people are perverts so when I'm in a women's clothing store innocently browsing for something my girlfriend would like, I feel like the store clerks think that I am that 1 in 3 person and I am buying women's clothing for myself. All I wanted was to get a pair of sandals for her, but a simple process turned into complete awkwardness.
For the record I would never enter Victoria's Secret or Claire's or go to that fake hair kiosk.
As soon as I walk into J.Crew I am surrounded by women's clothing and women shoppers. Awkwardness is immediately setting in. Not 3 minutes of innocent browsing passes by and a female store clerks asks if I need any help. "I'm not buying women underwear for myself I swear," I say in my head. What I really say is, "I'm looking for something for my girlfriend, but I'm not really sure what to get." As soon as I say this I know what the clerk is saying in her head, "Yeah and by 'girlfriend' you mean yourself and by 'not really sure' you mean a bra." "Flip-flops might be cool," I quickly tell her. She bought it and showed me the flip flops, but the whole time I kept thinking that she and all her other female clerk buddies were eyeing me as the 1 in 3 pervert who likes to wear bras and women's thongs.
She then went on to say, "We also have some nice swimwear," and something else but I lost her once she said swimwear because she pointed to the bikinis I completely thought that she was onto my game, when I had no game going on to begin with. "No, I don't go there, flip-flops will do" I said to her.
Long story short, I got a pair of sandals and a small purse with a lobster on it for her. I highly doubt that I will ever be able to step foot into a women's clothing section of any store and not feel like a complete pervert. I'm totally not though, Walt Whitman was.
Stores that I like to browse in
• Music stores
• Book stores
• Electronic stores
• Liquor stores
• Convenient stores
I used to have another blog
It was from sophmore year and it was pretty humorous, at least to me. Here is an entry:
International House of Pancakes
We had an early family breakfast this morning at the IHOP of Poughkeepsie. Eating pancakes is more important than going to economics class. So as we were walking up to the glass doors of this pancake palace, we noticed a party of Poughkeepsie natives (of about our age) on the other side. They were all sporting their Tims, baggy jeans, and straight-brim baseball hats. There's no problem here except one is leaning with his back against the door. No one really wanted to open the door, fearing the consequences of this kid falling on his back. We didn't want to start any violent conflict with this kid and his friends. Violence has no place in IHOP. So Perry took the initiative to open the door. We all held our collective breath as Perry pulled the handle. The kid fell back a little, Perry said a quick sorry. There was no beef. I had the banana nut pancakes.
I think I may re-post verious entries from that blog. Blog is a funny word. It sounds like blob, which was a creepy movie and a fun school yard game.
Well,
I guess this is a good place to start. Memorial Day weekend starts tomorrow, so there shall be anecdotes galore to start off summer 2007. There's also seven years of complete nonsense to write about as well.
Enjoy the sun and fuck sharks
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