Friday Night: Walmart. Alone.

Alone on Friday night (parents are watching TV. Together). Decide to write blog detailing my evening.

Partake in lovely, restful nap. But very odd dreams. Woke up unsure if the events that happened were real or fictional. Extremely confused.

Dad calls me for dinner. Promptly forget about weird dreams in excitement for food.

Eat delicious tomato and mozzarella salad. Pretend I am in Italy.

Sit on bed, very bored. Wonder where friends are. No one returns texts.

Talk to best friend on phone. Giggle about guys. Feel much happier.

Sit on bed again. Contemplate cleaning room, as it is difficult to see the floor.

Quickly disregard that ridiculous idea.

Decide to venture to Walmart. Mom suggests going to see new Walmart two towns over. Get very excited.

Briefly address excitement of Walmart trip, but decide it is best left alone. Not sure it's something I want to delve into too deeply. Assume it will be depressing.

Sing Journey really loud in car ride on way to Walmart. Think that ‘Faithfully’ would make perfect wedding dance song.

Realize that marriage will probably not be something in which I partake.

Change music to avoid depression.

Arrive at Walmart and realize that every Walmart looks the same. Somewhat of a let down.

Get lost in Walmart because it is so huge. Walk in circles before finding Cosmetics area.

Think that the layout of all Walmarts should be the same to avoid customers getting lost.

Realize that I am probably the only person to get lost in Walmart.

Walk around shoe area.

Hear music playing, and look in disgust at young couple who MUST be listening to their music on their phones.

Listen closer. Realize music is coming from own phone. Which is located in bra. Laugh hysterically to self.

Remove phone from bra with some difficulty to turn off music.

Replace phone back in bra and continue on merry way. Ignore weird looks from fellow shoppers. They can suck it. (Not literally, though. That’s weird.)