where the cheap things are

2009-10-17 5:08 p.m.

It's days like these, slow and confined, that are making me come to realize that I don't have many friends around. I should be much more depressed by this revelation, yet I'm somehow not. I think it's because apathy is one of my main characteristics. I was writing a personal statement yesterday, and I seriously wanted to just put down "emotionally removed, roman catholic, and nerd to the nth degree". It's succinct and entirely true. Alas, I had to talk about my regional and functional focuses and what I want to research.

I've been spending all my time either with Christina or Tom lately - and the rest alone. The time i have with them is so ridiculously fantastic that I don't mind, and it just goes to show that it's the quality, not quantity of friends that matter.

Thursday night was a rare double-dose of both, albeit just cameos by Christina. Tom and I went together to the Passport to Fashion event at Fashion Island, determined to get as much free stuff as possible. We missed out on the gift bags, but he obliged still went around to each in-store event so I could load up on free food and drinks.

* I am all about the free or cheap drinks. Araceli and I went out on Wednesday night for no other reason than for the $1 cocktails at Detroit Bar. There was just under a dozen people there and no occasion to celebrate. Yep.

I was so giddy when we found out that every store had a different, free drink just floating in front of our faces on trays, for the taking. Tom doesn't drink, so I could rely on him to be the designated driver. This is just the second time he's had to indulge me, but I expect many more instances to come in which I can drink to my heart's content and he'll take me home. I joke and he grumbles that he's my chauffeur, but I really am so grateful.

He gets his revenge in by making false accusations that I'm an "indie kid".

Who's the one that bought skinny jeans from Urban Outfitters? Hypocrite. I could barely contain my tipsy laughter when he tried on a purple cardigan and said jeans for me to determine whether or not he should buy them.

I could never fit in with that crowd because I'm a dork/nerd in earnest, not to be ironic. For instance, I went to the "Where the Wild Things Are" midnight showing in the full on wolf suit, whereas everyone else just wore the $28 graphic print tee from Urban Outfitters. There were some seriously scathing looks. I'm better suited to the group of kids.

Talk about disappointment burger with that movie. It breaks my heart when the trailer is better than the actual movie. The trailer had all the excitement, whimsy and joy. The movie was so alarmingly inappropriate for children! All the characters are mentally unstable, the kid is unsympathetic, and spoiler alert: someone gets their arm torn off! Goddamn, there was just no joy in the movie besides the soundtrack. What's the matter, Spike Jonze?!

Movies don't come cheap either, arg, so I hate to realize I wasted money on it. Part four of my fictional personal statement: I am a cheap date.

Is it terrible to want a boyfriend to have someone to do fun stuff with, not to make an emotional connection with another human being? Because I really want to go to a pumpkin patch and thrift shopping today or tomorrow, but I don't want to go alone. Christina? Tom? Takers?

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