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i went to a big mall yesterday, just like any other mall, except big and smack dab in the middle of suburbia, equaling ten times the pain for me. i stopped by hot topic and was disgusted by all of the pseudo-punk, pseudo-goth people/crap/cashiers that make me sick. that place is such a joke. it took us about an hour to get out there, and while my mother got lots of stuff that she wanted cheap, nothing really good came out of my being there. besides the fact that i bumped into an old friend there. you know, the one i've mentioned before. we've hung out a couple times since we first bumped into each other, and we plan on doing more of said hanging out soon, hopefully involving lots of alcohol and a place for me to smoke cigarettes. yeah.
so, back to the mall. here i am, with my cousin, stuck in the middle of white suburbia, surrounding by belly-baring barbie dolls, abercrombie and fitch posterboys, and twelve year old wannabe gangsters. malls are so surreal. to me, at least. they may very well be a true reflection of the teenaged community, but it's not like i would actually know what that's like. i live a sheltered life, in a small school, filled with rich white kids that all look the same and scorn anybody that doesn't look like them (enter me: black, middle class, wearing combat boots in eighty degree weather). i really hate malls. i hate being around so many people at once, the huge surging mass of bodies moving from store to store or just wandering aimlessly; i hate the food, though it is cheap, i like that; ugh, i just hate. period.
enough of this rambling for now. the image will be fixed before the week is over, promise.
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