- New arch-nemesis: Victoria's Secret. Normally, I avoid this store. I have been snidely told by a snotty sales associate TWICE that they're "sorry, but that does bra doesn't come in a smaller sizes..." which is ridiculous because a) a handful is all you need people! and b) they're A cups are freaking massive. I do very much enjoy their poorly named Intimissimi line, but the Lexington stores don't really carry it so online shopping is key. However, today I braved the physical store in preparation for my annual underwear purge.
Armed with a "Free VS Cotton Panty (ed note: ew, I hate the word panty)" coupon, I stocked up disgustingly overpriced lace and spandex things hoping my ass would morph into Gisel Bundchen's. But when I got to the counter I was informed that my coupon was not valid on the particular pair of VS Cotton Panties I had picked out. "But they say VS Cotton Panty," I said. "I know," she said, not particularly nicely, "but that coupon doesn't apply to them. We sold out of the other ones." Now is it just me but if you sell out of one type of item, and another has the exact same name, shouldn't that count? I found this to be a gross violation of the "customer is always right," rule and will take my undergarment business elsewhere from now on.
- Tonight I sent my ACT students e-mails about their progress. At 1:00am. AWESOME IDEA RIGHT? They are probably nonsensical, which is fine, because my ACT students think I'm an absurd human being anyways. Their waspiness prevents them from fully understanding why it is I went to Canada for college, why I wear glasses, and why I'm moving in with someone from Vermont (seriously, they gagged upon hearing this. imagine 10 extremely preppy sixteen years shuddering at one time. it was sort of awesome).
- I read somewhere that people who are predisposed to mental illness will develop the illness only if something triggers it. Honestly, this might have been in an ACT Reading Test passage, my only reading material as of late, so it's probably total bullshit. But if it turned out to be true, and I was predisposed to bipolar disorder, it would be triggered by the hair care aisle of Rite-Aid. I have thin, curly hair. Volumizing products make it dry and frizzy. Curly hair products make it sad and flat. Today I stared so long at the shelves that the Garnier Fructis bottles started to look like a magic eye.