Stymied yet again
Jan. 11th, 2004 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksSo my brother and I rouse ourselves at an ungodly hour in order to make it to Roosevelt Fields' Discovery Store to register for the National Body Challenge. One of us has a license but neither of us has a car at our disposal, so we were stuck taking public transportation. Things were tight time-wise for me because I had to head in to Le Shack for 1, the mall opened at 10, and the ride to the mall clocks in at an hour and change. I figured, "Hey, hardly anyone will show up, you go in, step on the scale, bing-bang-boom, walk out with free health stuff".
Yeah right. We stroll into the mall at around 9:15. I'm thinking we're early as fuck (nothing's open as yet except a few eateries), so we decide to do some window-shopping until the store opens. We're heading in the vicinity of the store and, as we turn the corner from Macy's, we see this line of people. Mind you, Macy's is a good distance away from the Discovery Store. My bro makes a noise and wonders out-loud whether these people are waiting to register for the Challenge as well. I pshaw (denial being one of my better coping strategies) and tell him they must be participating in some youth program, the sign for which the line seemed to end at. But as we continue walking we (read: "I") get more and more concerned. Sure enough, those muthas were waiting for the damned Challenge as well. Turns out people (read: "fuckin' ijits/suckers") started lining up for that thing at 6 o'clock in the goddamned morning. None of the information I managed to scrounge up on this thing mentioned the mall opening its doors at 6AM. I would have moseyed my ass down there at 6, believe you me.
I was totally disheartened. Well, not totally, just sort of P-O'ed. P'O-ed and disheartened. There was this whole elaborate (read: "stupid") system where you would stand on one line in order to get a form to fill out that indicated what time you should come back to the store in order to weigh in. THEN you had to stand in line in order to weigh in. When we got through the first line we got stuck with a 4:30-5:30PM weigh-in time. That was a no-go because of Le Shack. If I didn't have to work I would have definitely putted around the mall until then.
Whatever ::hair toss, annoyed sigh::. After that debacle I left bro with his girlfriend (her and her mother showed up to register as well) and did some shopping with the gift-card the bros were great enough to get me for Christmas. Chief among the items I picked up was the newest QAF-US book. Heh. It's funny. The book's not a pulp thing or a steamy bit of shoddily-written fanfic, but a look into the production of the show along with character insight and episode rundowns. Yet I still can't glance at the book without giggling insanely. Nor can I look at the pictures inside while reading; I find myself covering them up when I decide to check out a section or two, even the innocuous ones (most of them). I have no clue what my problem is some of the time (read: "most of the time").
Otherwise, things are going fairly okay. I gave into temptation and purchased Season One of DS9 (aka - Year One of Avery Brooks with Hair). The shame, the shame. I haven't brought myself to look at any epis yet. Need to find more time in the day.
Oh, I should have said things are going fairly well EXCEPT for the fact that I seem to be dogged by little invisible imps that steal my belongings. I borrowed(read: "stole") a lovely red and gold woolen knit winter set (scarf, hat, gloves) from my mother a few days ago. Five days later, I'm down to one glove and the hat. I'm fairly certain I left the scarf in Best Buy by the Gamecube display after busting my brother's ass in Double Dash. The glove? Lord knows. Hells, maybe the imps took both of them. I can't remember putting down the scarf at all. While I was outside freezing my ass (and neck and left hand) off while waiting for the bus after work I started waxing nostalgic for all the items I lost that I really deeply missed. I should make a note of the fact that it felt like it was -38 degrees outside at the time and I was probably deep in some stage of hypothermia and hallucinating. There was that Campbells' Soup Kids tin lunch box that I left on a gypsy cab back in the 1st grade. And the dorky-looking knit hat that I'm convinced was stolen by some hippie my junior year at Brown.
That's it. What, you were expecting some extensive list?
This damned cold spell needs to break. I'm tired of being cold and tired.
Yeah right. We stroll into the mall at around 9:15. I'm thinking we're early as fuck (nothing's open as yet except a few eateries), so we decide to do some window-shopping until the store opens. We're heading in the vicinity of the store and, as we turn the corner from Macy's, we see this line of people. Mind you, Macy's is a good distance away from the Discovery Store. My bro makes a noise and wonders out-loud whether these people are waiting to register for the Challenge as well. I pshaw (denial being one of my better coping strategies) and tell him they must be participating in some youth program, the sign for which the line seemed to end at. But as we continue walking we (read: "I") get more and more concerned. Sure enough, those muthas were waiting for the damned Challenge as well. Turns out people (read: "fuckin' ijits/suckers") started lining up for that thing at 6 o'clock in the goddamned morning. None of the information I managed to scrounge up on this thing mentioned the mall opening its doors at 6AM. I would have moseyed my ass down there at 6, believe you me.
I was totally disheartened. Well, not totally, just sort of P-O'ed. P'O-ed and disheartened. There was this whole elaborate (read: "stupid") system where you would stand on one line in order to get a form to fill out that indicated what time you should come back to the store in order to weigh in. THEN you had to stand in line in order to weigh in. When we got through the first line we got stuck with a 4:30-5:30PM weigh-in time. That was a no-go because of Le Shack. If I didn't have to work I would have definitely putted around the mall until then.
Whatever ::hair toss, annoyed sigh::. After that debacle I left bro with his girlfriend (her and her mother showed up to register as well) and did some shopping with the gift-card the bros were great enough to get me for Christmas. Chief among the items I picked up was the newest QAF-US book. Heh. It's funny. The book's not a pulp thing or a steamy bit of shoddily-written fanfic, but a look into the production of the show along with character insight and episode rundowns. Yet I still can't glance at the book without giggling insanely. Nor can I look at the pictures inside while reading; I find myself covering them up when I decide to check out a section or two, even the innocuous ones (most of them). I have no clue what my problem is some of the time (read: "most of the time").
Otherwise, things are going fairly okay. I gave into temptation and purchased Season One of DS9 (aka - Year One of Avery Brooks with Hair). The shame, the shame. I haven't brought myself to look at any epis yet. Need to find more time in the day.
Oh, I should have said things are going fairly well EXCEPT for the fact that I seem to be dogged by little invisible imps that steal my belongings. I borrowed
That's it. What, you were expecting some extensive list?
This damned cold spell needs to break. I'm tired of being cold and tired.
