typical me.

Okay, two stories of late that are blog worthy. You have full permission to judge me accordingly after you read either or both of these stories. I deserve it.

1. Sick-Awesome Hogwarts Dream: A few nights ago, I dreamt (is that right? dreamt?) that I was at Hogwarts. It was weird because I was Harry Potter, but I was also me, so I'm not sure what's up with that. Anyway, I was there, and all the usual suspects were around - Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, etc. So we're all in the Great Hall, and Voldemort shows up. Of course I'm all, "HEY, you can't be here." So somehow we decide that this epic battle of Good vs. Evil is going to be solved by a one-on-one quidditch shootout. So both of us pick our teams - I get all the good people and Voldemort picks a batch of Slytherins. Hermione and Ginny are in the stands keeping score (except this is taking place in the Great Hall, not the quidditch stadium...?), and Luna is the referee. So we're ready to go, and I'm going against Voldemort first - which obviously would NEVER happen, because him and Harry would for sure go last. Anyway, Luna blows the whistle, and Voldemort starts early, totally cheats, and scores on me. Needless to say I was LESS THAN HAPPY, and Luna didn't even call anything. So I get off my broom and am super mad going back to sit in the stands with everyone else... then I wake up. And I'm like, "NO. WE HAVE TO FINISH THIS." So then I was really excited that I had an awesome Harry Potter dream, and really mad that it was left unfinished. Such is life, I guess. (At least I didn't wake up with this tattooed on my body.)

2. Reasons Why I Should Never Go to the Mall By Myself: You guys. This is pathetic.

Okay, so I'm at the mall yesterday trying to find a dress for Cale's wedding this weekend. I'm walking from store to store and this guy from one of those carts hands me a sample of something. So I'm trying to get away because you KNOW you never want to get sucked into one of those carts, so I say "thanks" and try to keep walking. Well, he obviously had other plans, because he grabbed my hand and pulled me over- I pretty much had no choice at that point. So I'm thinking, "it's fine. I'm not in a hurry, I'll let him show me then I'll leave."

Well, then he started flirting with me -telling me that I look "much younger than 22," asking me if I have a boyfriend (why is that even relevant?!) and whatnot. Then he started showing me this skin stuff that he's selling. You guys, he was really tall. And attractive. And had an accent. (Which I realize now is probably not even real. He probably only uses it at work to bait girls like me into buying things from him.) Anyway, he kept flirting with me and telling me I had "great skin" and that I was pretty, which happens pretty much not ever to me. And I KNOW he was just trying to sell me stuff, but I just stood there and let him keep talking.

So yes, he starts trying to get me to buy something, and I'm like, "I really can't- I'm unemployed, I don't have money, etc..." And he gets all sad and keeps lowering the price so that I'll buy it. He said he just "couldn't let me leave without it." Man. What did I do? ...I freaking bought it. I couldn't even help it. It was like $70 to start with, and he "gave" it to me for $25. And I KNOW that stuff is overpriced and $25 is probably a normal price for it, but like I said, I got sucked in to his attractiveness/accent. And the fact that I spend all day alone in my apartment, and it was so pathetically nice to have someone TALK to me. ...Then he gave me his number and a coupon so I can "get discount next time" and said, "you need anything, you come see Giovanni." I was like, "KAY." Then I left, immediately called my mom, and said, "Mom... I did something stupid..."

Needless to say, I'm $30 poorer and do not have a dress to wear to the wedding. Typical me.