From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Holiday Shopping

I am not a scrooge,and I never will be.With that being said,I can also say that I hate holiday shopping and not be crucified.There's no conceivable way to shop for everyone downtown a few days before Christmas,it just doesn't happen:Everything's guaranteed to be more expensive,it's cold as shit,involves a lot of walking,blah blah blah.Which makes the mall the only option. I hate the mall more than I hate holiday shopping. My experiences in King Of Prussia this evening can only make me hate the mall more than I already did.You ready?

I only like this store for one reason(take a guess)so when brother suggested that I get my pollyana's gift from here I was having my second guesses.We step into the store and immediately I'm at a loss for where to start.You've got one side with 5 for 25 panties,and neon hoodies/sweats,etc.Than you've got the grown and sexy side.
Now on both sides there are little girls running around.Like,little,little girls maybe 12 years old. So as soon as we're about to turn and leave,we're approached by a saleswoman,"Can I help you?". Thank you,lord. So with her opinion on what "Normal girls" like,I managed to spend around $30 on 5 "beauty products" and maintain my composure. Thank you lady.

I don't know what it is about shiny floors and fluorescent lights that makes "party boys" want to come out and play. I mean play literally by the way, since they weren't shopping by any means. Party boys tend to all look the same,with the exception of a different colored polo cap and maybe a different myspace pose every once in a blue moon. You can count on them to be anywhere that a pretty girl is,rain or shine. In twenties at the bus stop (passing out flyers),in twenties at the corner store (passing out flyers),in twenties in the basement (copying and pasting from myspace..to make flyers),and in 50's at the mall (passing out flyers,with no shopping bags).I'm sorry if this comes off as hatin but..Gas is still relatively high for someone (or a group of people) to drive 45 minutes to King Of Prussia with the sole intention of wasting paper. Anyway,I was in American Eagle Outfitters (buying a gift for my sister) and the store was packed. It took ten minutes to get to the front of the line.So,since there were girls in there..The party boys were there too, dancing. Yes,dancing. Not a two step either,full "d-macs","wutangs","spongebobs",and whatever else they do. From what I could tell it was a battle, between "team Icanbehyperthanyoucan" and "team noyoucantimthehypest" (Ok,I made that up.But the name's aren't that much less ridiculous).Me and about 20 other customers were subjected to this for a full five minutes or so before mall security came.


Mall security is a joke,they wear helmets while riding segways.There's no need to elaborate on that.


In conclusion,I hope everyone is happy (or appreciative) of what I bought them on Christmas Morning.I left the mall with an appreciation for nothing besides Footlocker,Vans,Finishline,American Apparel,Apple, and Victoria's Secret.

Predictable.

.N ari
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