my mother dated an anarchist.

^ punk band name right there. oh yeah.
So, today I got up at 1:45 p.m., because I stayed up until four listening to The Blue Album and reading fanfiction. Because I'm cool.
I took a shower and I ran out of body wash so I had to get out of the shower and get this strong-smelling tropical stuff I got from bath and body works. It's sort of like... pineapple? I guess. I hate pineapple.
So that's great. Then I convinced my dad to take me to Franklin Street and shop. We hit up the vintage store, where they had, like, 20 pairs of identical bowling shoes. Oh, the nineties. So that was interesting, and then I went to The Dress Shop, where the woman was weirdly nice, and it wasn't because my dad looked like he had money, that's for sure. She was like, 'We have some dresses over there that would look SUPER cute on you.' And I was like, uh, awesome? Normally they're bitchy.
Then... hmm. Then I went to Chapel Hill comics, and I bought MOME 2006, and... a graphic novel by the guy who wrote Scott Pilgrim. The cashier was like, 'hey, did you know that he's publishing a new graphic novel in 2012?' and I was like, 'Um, no.'
And he was like, 'Yeah, he's releasing some of the art this week I think.' And I was like, 'Yeah... cool.'
Oh, comic book store guys. How I do love your awkwardness.
And then we went to the record store (CD Alley, haha, get it?), which is fun for about five minutes and then you get bored because there's no way to actually LISTEN to any of the music, and besides, CDs are obsolete anyway.
So instead I went to Internationalist Books, which sounds totally harmless, right? WRONG. This is the most straight-up, hardcore anarchist book store in NC. And my mom dated the guy who started it. He got murdered a little while after they broke up, but I could have been an anarchist baby! It's a little weird to wrap my head around, even though I know she dated the guy who ran Internationalist Books for a while. I didn't know how hardcore their shit was until I went in there today, first time in a few years. I really wanted to buy B!TCH magazine, but I didn't because my dad was RIGHT THERE. Otherwise I totally would have.
So yeah... pretty kickass day. I also went into Hazmat, your friendly neighborhood stoner store. We got cigarettes, tie dye shirts, dildos, girly mags, candy and bongs.
That should be their slogan but it's maybe a little too long.
I still have not worked on my summer reading... I have one week.