Well today we went to the mall for the Indiana Jones Movie. I almost didn't think my mom would make it home. She had an appointment with the eye doctor at 11:30 and the movie started at 3:15 and she didn't make it home till 2:20! I didn't know if we'd make it to the movie. But we got there with time to spare. Mom heard on the radio that it had a bad/sad ending. Well depends on your definition of bad/sad. The hero lived and walked away in the end so it wasn't that bad.

I had to return a book to the book store as I didn't have my paper telling me the number of the next book in any of the books I have going. And the sad part was the volume I had was in my purse the whole time. I keep one or two so that when I'm waiting on something or have a few minutes to kill outside the house I'll have something to read. My mom then insisted that I scan the mall for a death note t-shirt. For some reason no matter how many times I tell her the movie we were suppose to see yesterday was call DEATH NOTE all she hears is Death something and keeps getting forgetting. I thought I'd gotten it through her head till later when I showed her a magazine with the series on it and its but You said it was Death Sack. And I just wanted to throw my hands up at it.

I then went to Circut city to learn what it would cost just to look at my comp. They said it'd be $40 just to look at it and run a diagnostic. Then he started going into Virus removal and blah blah blah. In the end he was like just hand over $200 bucks and we'll guarantee it's all fixed up perfectly. It's just like uh thanks and left. It's like I never said anything about a virus or anything. I'd rather take it to where we usually do at least there its free to just look at it. They don't run any diagnostics till they've glanced over it and discussed it.

They weren't totally friendly either. The guy telling me all this kinda was but when it came to the other people in the firedog department just let that guy do all the talking. Then I saw some CDs and decided to look to see what they're price was my anckle gave way and it twisted a little and I fell. One guy that worked there looked my way but just kept talking to his coworker. He glanced over and looked but never bothered to come over and see if I needed help of anything. I bet if I'd had something anything in my hand indicating I was planning to buy he'd have been jolly on the spot! Not that I was hurt my ankle didn't and even now doesn't hurt to the point your in major pain just a dull ache now and then. But still how did he know I didn't trip on a something on the floor or they shelves and was going to sue them. (I wouldn't but there are people who would)

My mom has promised to get me a death note t-shirt though she doesn't have a credit card and that's the only way to get one we plan to go the round about way and ask my sister to do it.