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rejecting santa.
today, after celeste's party my mom dragged me to the mall cause she didnt have time to drop me off at home. she was dropping off lunch for "santa"(aka, the criminal) cause he was going to be on break in like ten minutes and he's not allowed to go out and get food himself cause then kids would be like "ooh, santa! you wanna know what i want for christmas?". so she said that i could go off to hot topic or some thing for half an hour and come back at 6:10 or so. so i walk around to hot topic and other stores and i got crazy bored and still had like twenty minutes so i just picked a bench and started singing phantom of the opera songs while sitting on it. it's amazing how people can pay NO ATTENTION AT ALL to you when your just sitting there. seriously, like thirty people passed me and i dont think even one looked at me. talk about OBLIVIOUS. anyhoo, i got bored and started roaming the mall and stuff. and i recognized a few of the people who had passed me and i was kind of making little notes in my head like "okay, yellow sweater guy looks like he really doesnt want to be here. he seems kind of out of place. hmmm.." and stuff like that. and i noticed that some parent let their kid stand on the cinnamon roll counter. ANYHOO. eventually it was six, which was about the time mom was supposed to be at "the spot" so i walked down there but nooo, they werent there. so i went in the book store and started reading this REALLY WEIRD thing. it was like someone's diary, and written by "annonymous" and supposedly this thing has been around for decades and its about this chick who starts doing drugs and her life becomes meaningless and bleeh. and its a real diary too. kind of cool. so i read that for awhile, but then i realized that hey, its already six ten so i better get my butt outta here and find my mother. so i found mom and told her about some other book thingy that i wanted that was on my wish list, and how it was in the bookstore and she's looking all ticked at me like "What do you mean its in there?" and i found out that she had ordered that book for me and the darned people were supposed to call her and WHY DIDNT THEY CALL HER? and i was like "mom. it doesnt matter. its cheaper online, and unless you want to waste twelve bucks be glad that i saw it." soo we started leaving and we passed by "santa" and here's the good part. the main reason i'm writing this, you know? so. we pass by santa and santas waving to us and i'm kind of ignoring him and mom's like "krissy, he's waving to you." and i'm liek "so?" and we're walking away and "santa" stands up and looks over his big ugly chair to keep waving and stuff and mom's like "KRI-ssy (its this weird way she says my name when she's getting kind of frustrated) , come on! he's waving to you." and i TOTALLY REJECTED his wave. oh, burned, mrs. lovett style. that's right santa. so mom goes back to say goodbye again and i'm giving him this death glare with my arms crossed. i'm sure i made a very intimidating picture, especially with my friendly panda shirt with the "make every day earth day!" logo on it. and you can't forget the innocent yellow hair ribbon. so yeah, santa got a death glare from an innocent little girl. i wonder what all those parents were thinking in the santa line. i was real tempted to say "hey everyone! guess what, your letting your children sit on the lap of the man who's RUINED MY LIFE!" but no, i didnt. then i had this idea that if i found a way to get a job as like santa's elf helper then i could whisper to all the kids "make sure to give santa's beard a tug!" just to make his life more miserable. *sigh* if only...
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