Let's get some shoes.

(These shoes are three-hundred dollars.
These shoes are three-hundred dollars.
These shoes are three-hundred FUCKING dollars.
LET'S GET THEM.)
No, my new shoes were actually on clearance for 20 bucks.

This entry in dedicated to my red shoes. I have worn for you for at least a year or two-- and a grand year or two it has been. Dearest red shoes, you have served me well. I love you.

Okay, so basically, my red shoes are on the verge of death. How can I tell? There was a ginormous hold in the heel, and then the plastic was sticking out at stabbing my foot. I fixed it with duct tape (you can fix anything with duct tape), but alas. It was time.

I bought new shoes, green shoes, because the store no longer had red. And the green were kind of plain, so I decided to dedicate them to my red shoes.
And thus, I painted on them.
So, here's some art of a different sort.
Well, I'm going to show you my beloved red shoes and then the green ones, and then the pimped out green ones.
Here we go!

My red shoes, sad and wet from the rain outside.

I fixed my one shoe with duct tape.

Look at it seperating! LIKE US, RED SHOES. WE MUST SEPERATE TOO. I feel a bit of tears coming on.

I had really good traction with them (not). Look at that smoothy smooth bottom. Like a baby's bottom. But my red shoes are ooooold.

My green shoes that I bought. They are only just okay. I like the color green though.

Top and bottom. At least they aren't smoothy smooth.

After I painted them SEE THE RED SHOE LACES? They were my red shoes'. RED SHOES, YOU SHALL LIVE ON FOREVER.

There's a little gravestone on there that says "RED SHOES". It just so happens to be written in red.

Side view.

The other shoe. It says "We will always remember." As in, we will always remember you, red shoes.

Side view.

Aaaaaaand I got new socks!
Shit. My leg looks huge there. Eeegggghh.
So thar she blows.

Time to tuck my red shoes away in a box and bury them in my closet.


P.S. I forgot to tell you all.
I go into my creative writing class. I am tired as hell. Robby Schnitzelbank greets me, for he's the second one into class (I was the first), and he does his creepy staring and closed smile. And he's all like, "Are you okay?"
So I say, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I'm always tired." I try to be non-chalant, you know. I stare at the chalkboard, knowing he's staring at me. I can't look at him. I think I'll twitch or something.
"Okay. I thought you were upset." He says.
"No." END OF CONVERSATION.
This was like some pre-emptive strike thing, trying to catch me feeling bad or something.
I read a poem about my sister. And it was a little tough.
And apparently Robby Schnitzelbank thought it was a good idea before he went to the bathroom to stop by my desk and STARE at me (always the staring) and then say, "I really liked your poem."
And so, I reply courteously, "Thank you."
At which point he interprets that as some kind of mating call or something and does this "heart-felt" hug.
WHICH WAS VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AND DISTURBING BECAUSE THIS KID IS SO CREEPY.
I think the earlier questioning about if I was upset was to try and hug me earlier in the class. He is a wily one. I am glad I am onto his scheme.
So yeah. He hugs me. I have a spazzy fit.
"Thanks, but it's okay Robby, I'm okay!! I don't really like being hugged." And he is clinging like arms of death and eventually he goes away to the bathroom after I do some shrugging off. And I can't believe Arielle missed this because it was what I fear and she would have liked to have seen it. But Adam and Jocelyn saw it. And they were laughing like two laughing laughs. And I was freaking out more.
And so Robby comes back, is all like,
"I'm sorry about that. Did you do that because of me?"
Of course I'm not going to be a total bitch. Only half one. A big lying liar.
"No, Robby, I just don't really like being hugged."
And then as if on que, Arielle does a lunging hug for me and I have a perfect little seizure that sets her askew.
And then I say to Robby, "See? I don't like it. At all."
And then he is content and says, "Okay."
And the bell rings and he goes away. And I talk to Arielle about how I'm a big lying liar and I don't really mind hugs from normal people. And then Kemery tries to hug me, which is hilarious, because he was like some giant bird thing coming after me.

Anyhow. I just wanted to update you on the creepiosity.
It at least makes for an entertaining entry.