Fun at the mall (a rare treat).

After 2 hours, I was glad my parents finally came to pick me up: the people were starting to think I was insane.

Seriously. This is the worst way to spend the morning of your 4th-of-July: Stranded at the mall, at Starbucks to be certain, with "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" stuck in your head. Nothing can be worse.
Okay, well, there is one thing that can be worse: in addition to all the above, sitting at the mall for so long that you decide "maybe I shouldn't return to that store and hit that sale again". NO! BAD GIRL. Thinking like that is not allowed in the modern society.

So I gave the people there a reason to think I'm insane by laughing hysterically every time someone went into the "Do Not Enter" doors in Target. Because the thing is, they will open for you even though you're not supposed to go in there. So there'll be a group, 3 or 4 people, and one goes through these wrong doors and there's always that one other smart-alleck who points out the "Do Not Enter" sign. The hilarity then begins when the person who already walked through the doors looks around, lost, backs up (you can almost hear the "beep-beep" like on the dump trucks), and walks out a laughingstock.
Seriously, highlight of my day.

I went in to buy new hair color (I'm going through that season where Mom finally realizes that I'm almost 19 and that I'm going to college). I ended up buying 4 new B&BW mists (sweet pea, vanilla noir, midnight pomegranate, and wild honeysuckle) as well as 2 lotions (sensual amber (my favorite!) and midnight pomegranate) and two mini-lotions (warm vanilla sugar and butterfly flower). Now, trust me, I won't have a reason to go back to that store for about 2 years. Thank goodness.

And then I bought these shoes at Charlotte Russe, although I don't know where in the world I would wear them.
Some days I feel like I should be living in New York, the heart of the publishing industry, bustling with agents and editors and people who will read my books.
Then, on other days, I realize that this is just what happens when Logan & I are apart for two long: I get my head stuck in the clouds and continuously change my personality. When he's here I'm more reluctant to change.


But I feel different still. I feel more like a writer. I'm well on my way to my first manuscript, a writing job, and a college education. Odd how our circumstances can do that.



Stay awesome.
--E.A.