July 2, 2000 — Buying clothes I'll never wear

You'd never figure it would be all that hard to sleep in a Walmart parking lot until you actually give it a try.

To elaborate: I was inside a car at the time, waiting for my sister to finish eating ice cream at Denny's so I could go home. I was in a slightly grumpy mood, as my sister had called me and told me to definitely meet her at Walmart at 10:00PM to pick her up. I wanted to go to sleep well before 10:00PM, so I was rather pissed off at having this assignment already. Then, when I got there, it turned out that she'd decided to go to Denny's with her friends to get ice cream. When I went in to ask her to please hurry up as I'd like to go home, she told me she'd be done when she was done and shooed me away. Which leads us to the parking lot in front of Walmart, with me sleeping in the car.

Perhaps I'm being a bit of an asshole about the whole thing, but she never apologized or anything, and it seemed more than a little bit rude. I didn't get home until around 11:00PM, and she rushed in and went on the Internet while I was locking the car, so I'm stuck typing this in SimpleText while I wait for her to finish (25 minutes ago: "I'll be done in ten minutes, don't worry").

Anyways. I set out to learn Cascading Style Sheets today, as I'll need to know them for some projects I'm working on next week at the office. Unfortunately, the computer bookstore downtown that I'm fond of was closed, and Chapters didn't have what I wanted, so I'm SOL until tomorrow.

Despite the fact that I'm not quite sure when I'd wear it, I'm thinking of ordering an "I prefer strangers" shirt from ipreferstrangers.com; while I think it would seem ironic for me to be wearing it to people who know me, those who don't know me would just be even more annoyed with me than they already are. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing...

Next week I'm going to go shopping at places like Value Village and Goodwill in search of new (sort of?) clothes. I figure I can probably get a few dozen pairs of pants for what I've been paying for single pairs of pants as of late, so even if I only like one or two of the twelve, it'll still be worth it.

I'm reading Generation X again. I found the passage in which the main character mentions that the reason he started worrying about keeping in shape was the he read a statement in Andy Warhol's journal that explains how much he wishes he'd exercised when he was younger so as to have a body at fifty; this is the same reason for which I became a bit more worried about trying to stay in shape, so in a very convoluted way, Mr. Warhol can take credit for many of my attempts at good health.

Having become rather annoyed with my sister, I walked downstairs and said, "Wow, ten minutes sure lasts a long time in your world, Caitie. You're going to live forever!" Despite the fact that this is unbelievably lame, she is now off the Internet and I can post this and go to bed.