The Chronicles of Marinold

For anybody who’s keeping up with the ongoing saga…

I did it.  I cracked the code. 

It took a lot of brainpower (and  musclepower, dragging my sister off of the couch to come help me.  She was useless.), but I DID IT!

And now I’m just staring at the album on my iTunes, wondering if I should sit here and listen to it, or if I should fall asleep to it, or what. 

It’s like I hold this precious gem in my hands and I don’t want to get my fingerprints on it. 

But the important part is…

WHAT WE SAW FROM THE CHEAP SEATS IS HERE!!!!!!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! :D

Somebody fucked with the iTunes. 

The password is different.

But this new magical password that my sister told me about apparently is not that magical, because it WON’T. WORK. 

Regina Spektor’s new album is just sitting there.  Waiting for me. 

FUCK. 

(^me, staring at my computer.)

Another little nugget about the shopping excursion:

I went to Target at one point and headed for the technology section because I needed a new flash drive and a new pair of headphones (because mine decided not to play music out of the right ear).

Somebody should have warned me that the aisle with the headphones and the flash drives was positioned directly next to the toy section.

And not just the toy section

But two aisles

Completely devoted to

DISNEY PRINCESS 

AND

THE AVENGERS.

AND ALL OF THE AVENGERS ACTION FIGURES HAD BUTTONS THAT YOU COULD PRESS AND THEY WOULD MAKE NOISE. 

And of course I had to touch EVERYTHING.  

And my grandma was all embarassed to be seen with me like

But I didn’t care.  I might just go back to Target tomorrow and just make all of the youngins feel awkward as I traipse through the Princesses and superheroes like I own the place.  And then I’ll buy everything.

Went bathing suit shopping today. 

It was not pretty.  My sister kept trying to help me find stuff that might look nice, (which, I’ll admit, was valiant.  She’s a soccer player and very petite and everything looks amazing on her so she was done in about ten minutes) but I was like

…in the dressing room.  Weirdly enough, by the sounds of it, we were not the most dysfunctional booth.

I thought it was going to be another anorexic summer, but I accepted my limitations and just ended up going to Kohl’s and buying 2 one-pieces in the old ladies section that came with a tag that read, “Tummy Trimmer”.

Then I went to Panera.