Well, yesterday was a bit exhausting for a wednesday on a summer day. The skies were cloudy with dark thunderstorms and humidity hailing from Arizona, so it wasn't only hot but stuffy as well.

Grandma had a doctor's appointment about some facial swelling thing, so the parents naturally decide to take the remaining four to eat lunch at the Paris. The food was good; at the buffet I had a poppy seed bagel with brie, smoked salmon, raw salmon, sauteed potatoes, penne in saffron sauce, warm apple cider, and tiramisu. A pity that we only stayed for lunch because I wanted to peruse some of the (few) shops.

There were an unusual amount of young (and cute) men that day... which means that they're here for the highschool basketball showcase. That also means that they've brought their cheerleaders, girlfriends, coaches, and (for most of them) an annoying attitude. Nice eye candy though.

Picked up the grandma, dropped her off at home, went to the mall, had my hair cut, and shopped. Mom decided that she wanted me to have a rehearsal back-to-school re-wardrobing so we headed over to JC Penny's. I actually found a lot of things that I would wear (all costing around $250 total) and discovered, much to my dismay/delight that I'm a size Medium going on Small. Freaky. Anyways, got a really nice black shirt with a golden-iridescent dragon on the front, several multi-colored pants and shorts, some button shirts, a black vest for a formal (read: almost any) occasion, and a new wallet.

I parted ways with the two females and headed over to Hot Topic slumping my JCPenny's bag over my shoulder. And if that wasn't enough to illicit odd glances, I bought a burgundy feather boa and (sis informs me later) girl belts in triple. Hn.

Afterwards went to Walden's and bought an encyclopedia about angel myth and lore, and a photo-book about kisses.

Met up with the two females later and went to Anchor Blue... where, much to my dismay, Matt shops often. How can we tell? They have his cologne, several of his rings, a few shirts, etc. I couldn't get at least three items because of that. Well... I didn't get much from there anyways, just two rings.

Then to Wherehouse Music to get the newest Ash CD featuring the uber-sexy bandmembers from the UK. Oddly enough, they all resemble other celebrities from some of the photos in the sleeve; Tim is the bastard child of Raine Maida and Chris from STD, Charlotte is a dead-ringer for Shirley Manson, Mark is a modern-day Jonathan Meyers a la Velvet Goldmine, and Rick is Elton John with a mohawk. Ash is definitely one of those rare bands that I'm captivated both audibly and visually at the exact same time. Can we say/sing "Burn Baby Burn?"

And how the hell did the Asians find out about them before we did?! 'Tis not fair! Oh, and there was a DVD with the CD containing much funny stuff, music videos, B-sides, and Tim running around the redroom with large butterfly wings strapped to his back. That's almost as mind-boggling as his bed scenes in "Angel Interceptor."

So, went home, ate some Jack-In-The-Box, watched the DVD, finished Amelie (again), and went to bed.

Today? I plan to prep up for tomorrow. It's effing Our Lady Peace! Whoo!