"Sad teenager wearing pajamas" for best Halloween costume of the year!

So, when I first set out to write that last post, it all sounded funnier in my head beforehand. I meant to incorporate more jokes and things, but by the time I actually got around to the parts that I had meant to be funny, my mood had decreased so much that it was just impossible to make it produce the amount of humor I so highly hoped it would. I promise it was not intended to be a cry for pity, but if that is what it became, I sorry.

I thought I would come back and let you know that the last part of my day wasn't as horrid as the first.

See, the Fernihoughs all went to a big Halloween party that I had planned to attend as well, but that whole confining myself to my bedroom thing I talked about at the end of the last post got in the way of those plans. I have a really horrible habit of not being able to hide it when I am in an awful mood, so I figured it would just be best to stay away from everyone I know. Well, about an hour after they left, I realized that it was Halloween and I was sitting in my bedroom all alone sulking and I was pretty much drowning in self-pity and patheticism. Because of this, I thought it would be a good idea to leave the house... and go drown in self-pity and patheticism elsewhere.

What I really wanted to do was go see Puss in Boots by myself, but I figured with my intensely impulsive personality that is infinitely maximized when I am upset, it would not be a good idea to put myself anywhere close to a candy counter where I could easily spend all the money that I don't technically have on sour patch and peanut m&ms.

So, off to the mall I went. I wore pajama pants because hey, it was Halloween, and for all anyone knew my costume was "sad teenager wearing pajamas."

I walked around for a while in a daze, picturing my life as a montage. I imagined everyone zooming by me while I was moving in slow motion staring into the distance as Boulevard of Broken Dreams played loudly.

And then I entered Pet City. A sign out front read "Puppies $50 off on Halloween!"
$50 sounds like a lot of money, but when you are selling puppies for $900, it isn't such an exciting bargain.

I have a very love/hate relationship with pet stores. On the one hand, they are my favorite kind of stores because I love love love animals. On the other, they make me want to cry because... I love love love animals... and they are all caged and sad. :(

One little puppy stuck out to me. Here he is:

And he was in a tank with this little guy:

If your heart didn't just melt, there is something wrong with you.

I asked the worker lady if she could open the tank and she obliged. I then proceeded to spend the next 45 minutes with my hand inside the tank, petting and playing with the puppies.
I love puppies.
I can honestly say I considered every possible angle at finding a way to take little black puppy home with me. I thought maybe I could drop a ton of money on him and just bring him home for the night to be my friend and comfort me, and then return him tomorrow. But then I knew I would get attached and cry even more if I had to return him. I also knew I didn't have a ton of money to drop even if it was for just one night. Personally, I feel like puppies should be 100 bucks maximum. The pet store, on the other hand, feels differently. They seem to think that $850 is juuust right. It's a good thing I had left my satchel in the car, or I might be in prison on account of puppy theft. That, or I would be home with my brand new, free puppy and a clean getaway on my record... but seeing how I haven't had the most supreme luck with the law this week, that is unlikely.

Anyway, the pet store people eventually told me I had to stop because they were closing.

I walked around some more to more pretend montages. Then I walked into Hot Topic because they always have fun candy and snacks. I bought this:

I wasn't really sure what they would be like, but they had pandas and chocolate on the cover so I figured it would be a good choice. I also bought some other thing that was the same brand but a weirder name.

Then I decided to go to my other favorite store/where I will live if I ever become a hobo.
TA-DA:

I'm not even sure what the name of this store is. I just call it "The Truman Show store" because it makes me feel like I am in the fake little world of The Truman Show. The pictures can't really capture it in all of its glory. It is much more sprawling and laid out like a real little neighborhood - you can go inside the little houses and everything! I have also never seen an actual employee there, so I like to go  and play on things and pretend I am the Dictator of fake-neighborhood-world.

After that I went and got an Orange Julius (I justified these small impulse purchases with telling myself that I was still spending less than I would have if I had gone to see Puss in Boots).

Then I came home and talked to Reina on the phone and we told each other about our bad days (which I suspect was our twin telepathy subconsciously making us feel empathy for the other person all day in addition to our own problems, which surely magnified our emotions). We came up with scenarios of how I should have thrown my car into reverse and ran over the cop since even my very compact Jetta is much bigger and more powerful than his wimpy little motorcycle.
The thing about me and Reina is that we can twist any horrific situation into something that will make us laugh so much that we feel like we are removed from the reality of it and it is all just a funny joke that doesn't spawn any actual repercussions. Probably not the best tactic for dealing with long-term issues, but it made me feel better tonight.

After getting off the phone, I still had one more hour until I needed to be home and so I went for a drive. I ended up in the King Soopers parking lot having a nice chat with God over a double cheese burger from McDonalds (a purchase that I justified because I used all nickels from my piggy bank to buy it, which was money that I had forgotten I even possessed and therefore money that never really existed anyway).

The end.