Tyra Banks is one classy lady.
The Tyra Banks photo was completely irrevelvant to the post, but it made me laugh regardless. *ANTM SPOILER ALERT*I REALLY MEAN IT, THERE'S A SPOILER IN THERE.
I'm so glad Jael is gone. She makes me think of the kind of girl that everyone else loves but I secretly hate. And she sounded like a pothead 75% of the time, even it was a sweet pothead. I'm totally on Team Wholahay/Dionne!*ANTM SPOILER ALERT*
For about four months now [well it feels like four months, but it really could be about four weeks. Moving in the middle of a school year completely warps your sense of time-keeping.] I've wanted those colored jeans/pants from Urban Outfitters. Many a night I lie/lay/lain awake dreaming of those pants. Specifically some red ones.
Last weekend, my mother was kind enough to take me all the way to biggest mall around so we could go to Urban Outfitters and buy the jeans. We worked our way to the store, and as soon as I approached, I saw the rack of colored pants/jeans. My heart-beat speds up and my stomach tingles with elation[can stomachs do that?]. The scene ends as we fade out on me picking up pairs in peach, blue, purple, yellow, and black. They had no red in my size, but I am not deterred since the rest look like they'll be lovely. Fade out.
Skip a few scenes to when we open in on me, grinding my teeth and grumbling angrily in the dressing room. It's not that they don't fit, because they do;but they look off
. Not bad...but certainly not good either. They're lumpy, bumpy, and incredibly stiff. I rip them off, and storm out of the dressing room. Then I proclaim to my mother that California Pizza Kitchen sounds good, but alas, I feel like I shouldn't even be eating if those pants don't fit me well.
Skip ahead about a half hour and one pepperoni pizza from California Pizza Kitchen later, I head bedrudginly into Forever 21. I hear that maybe, just maybe, they have some knock-off red pants in there. The nasty security guard comes over, taps me on the shoulder and shoves a 'no food in the store' sign in my face because I'm carrying a Starbucks coffee cup. Irrevelvant again, but this made my blood boil. The 'sign' is about the size of a standard piece of printer paper:who is going to see that??? But I digress-I '86 the coffee and wander inside, only to discover red pants. I'm overcome with feelings of happiness in relief until I realize they have none in my size. Shit
. But, they do have red jeans
in my size. I'm so desperate, I run to the dressing room[ok truthfully it was a leisurely stroll, because I had to make sure I wasn't missing out on any other nice clothes] and pull them on. Look at this! They fit perfectly! Heavenly and straight-legged, my legs look 10 miles long!
The moral of the story? Urban Outfitter can kiss my ass, because the pants from Forever 21 were $30 and the ones at UO are $68
[those are the yellow ones I tried on]. That's a whole lotta money for some crappy jeans/pants that didn't even feel
good[because I actually have seen them look nice on other people]. I'll admit, the pants felt worlds better than the jeans, but the wrinkly I-Don't-Ever-Iron-My-Clothes look is just not my thing.
PS:Can I write about Sarah Morrison next time? Or is that too awkward? She has a fan site on myspace, so I'd say she's fair game.
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