Not so Forever

Forever 21 doesn't seem to be so "forever" lasting. Though I'm sure the store will be around for a long time as it is very popular, offers something that many other stores don't, is very reasonably priced and has a HUGE selection of clothing, the time you can stay in there isn't forever.

I experienced this first hand last week when I ventured into the giant store, wide-eyed, excited and ready to shop. That was until I realized how many things they had. That was then I put my game face on, only digging through the sections that I thought were suitable for my wardrobe.

I was expecting chaos when it came to clothes being everywhere like in other stores of similar quality/price range, but they did do a good job of keeping things in their place, on hangers, etc. I just wish the employees "cleaning up" were able to help people out as well. But I guess you can't ask for much for the price you are paying.

So once I went through all the sections (took about an hour) I had a whole bunch of stuff to try on. I went to the fitting rooms and was surprised and very happy to see that there was no line-up (hooray!). So after trying on all the garments, I decided which ones to buy and met my mom, sister-in-law and brother's girlfriend outside where they had also picked their winners.

Then came the line-up to pay. It was scary, very long, but we thought it would move fast, but it didn't. At one point my mom said (since she didn't try clothes on, she's tiny things always fit her) "I should've came and waited in line while you girls were trying stuff on." It was true, she should have. Then we would only have had to wait...45 minutes in line.

Now we should have probably seen this coming, as a greeter informed us that "debit was down" when we walked in, but credit cards and cash were being accepted. But the whole system for credit and debit cards were down, and they were doing credit cards manually. They called before they did every transaction by hand to authorize the amount of purchase, which is why it took so long.

The thing I didn't understand was why they only had one side open (there were two sides with cash registers and enough employees working to fill them all). I understand it may not be their jobs to do cash, but the people cleaning up didn't have much left to do, it was near closing time and all the customers were waiting to pay.

Anyways, I had to make my own swift exit before I got the register, leaving my poor mother with all my clothes. What happened? I fainted. It was so hot and I was carrying so many things and standing in the same spot for almost an hour, that I got dizzy and had to sit down, I couldn't see. It didn't last long the first time, I was up on my feet again in 30 seconds, but it happened again. This time it was worse, I black ed out but I was already few inches away from sitting on the floor and my lovely sister-in-law caught me.

I then sat on the floor, drank some water, and stayed for a few minutes before I was well enough to walk outside, get some fresh air, water and most importantly sugar. Afterwards, my brother's girlfriend said "your face looked like a mannequin, you lost all expression and it was so white, like you had zero colour in your face at all." She was scared.

Now I know it doesn't sound funny, but it kind of is now that I look back at it. It's a funny story and I definitely think that it goes to show what some people will do for fashion. If I was at Wal-Mart I wouldn' t have even bothered waiting in line.

How to Make a Sandwich

Are you hungry and don't know how to cook? Going to have a long night in an edit suite, or the mac lab? A fast and easy way to satisfy your hunger (long lasting too, and you can make it in the morning and eat it at night!) is the classic sandwich.

Now some people like to make their sandwiches fancy, but when you don't have time you need something plain and simple, but still very delicious. Also, something you can take with you and won't get soggy or go bad by the end of the day.

My best advice for this type of sandwich would be to have either: PB and J or your classic meat and lettuce sandwich.

For this you will need some ingredients. (PB and J is pretty self explanatory so I won't address that issue)

2 slices of bread (any kind, you choose what kind of bread you like!)
Condiments (probably mayonnaise, maybe mustard)
Meat (I prefer turkey, but mediterranian chicken from superstore is the best)
Lettuce (the green kind)
Cheese (swiss is the best, but some people like slices)

Smother the bread slices in condiments, then layer the cheese, lettuce and meat on one piece, top with another piece. Cut diagonally (it's the best) and put in a Ziplock sandwich bag. Put in school bag, consume late at night in Edit Suite F.

March Madness

And no, I am not referring to the NBA.

March for CreComm students is definitely the busiest most of us have ever seen in our lives. I can't even remember half the assignments we had to do but I know there were lots of them.

Luckily, we did have the IPP presentations that were a nice break, but also at an inconvenient time as we were all in need of the school's resources to finish up projects.

Now most things we did are fun, like going on the travel assignment, Manitoba Moose game, magazine project, infomercials, ads, proposals...but so stressful.

The magazine project is pretty much done, just the trade fair and printing to go, but I have to say I probably lost the most sleep over finishing that than anything else I've ever done.

But, in the end, it's all worth it and we signed up for this.

Time to get back to put the finishing touches on my IPP proposal.

Torture

CHERRY BLACK, 25, exits a taxi and shuts the door with almost no force, as to avoid making any sound. She tiptoes to the garage, where she picks up a gas can and removes her shoes. Cherry scurries down the path between the garage, and her house, eventually placing the gas can on the front step. She stops and looks around to make sure nobody is watching. 

Her eyes open wide, and her face expresses that she had a brilliant thought. Cherry runs, with long strides like a gazelle, back to the garage. She sees her bag, picks it up, and dumps the contents out onto the floor. She carries the empty bag over to a pile of old bricks, and begins to fill it with as many as she can get into it. It’s heavy, but she carries it back to the doorstep, taking breaks every few seconds. 

As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning. She places the heavy bag at the bottom of the steps, and climbs the stairs. As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning.

She checks her pocket for the matches, and her key. She picks up the gas can, and shakes it, hoping the victim is too distracted to hear the racket she’s making. Her eyes grow smaller, as she grunts picking up her bag full of bricks. 

She puts the key in the hole, and slowly turns it. She then opens the door, trying not to let it creak and prepares to swing her bag when she hears a loud, muffled voice and jumps back, falling down the stairs. Her limp body knocks over the gas can, spilling it, while the lighter falls out of her pocket. The alarming sound of the brick filled bag crushing her skull against the cement awoke her neighbours.

Moments later, the loud boom of emergency sirens creep closer to the scene, from all directions. 

FADE IN

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

The door to the emergency room is violently swung open by the paramedic, in a desperate attempt to save Cherry. The sound of the wheels spin increasingly faster, signaling that he fate of her life is in the hands of the faceless paramedics. They enter a room, and place her on the bed with ease, as the doctor enters and hooks her up to life support. Before the faceless health care workers could blink their unseen eyes, the monitor went blank. Her chest stopped moving, and eyes slowly shut. Her skin turns from pink to white, and the clip board is marked with her time of death. Sirens continue to ring in the background.

EXT. CHERRY’S HOUSE - NIGHT

The sounds of sirens have disappeared, as the police officers tape off the area where Cherry fell for further investigation into her death. The exterior door is shut, the outside world being unaware of the happenings inside. The sound of an officer’s shoe crushing plastic is followed by a loud explosion. 

Fire breaks out, and the sirens commence again, this time the fire fighters. 

The hose sprays water, and eliminates the flames from outside, but in fear that the fire has spread inside the door is knocked down, to search for possible victims within. As the door creaks open, the muffled sound of a man’s voice is heard, presumably from an old radio or television set. There is no sign of fire, but the presence of panic is still emerging. 

Bangs, cries, screams and the sound of finger nails scratching against wood come from upstairs. The fiddling of a door handle can be heard and the fire fighter searches the house for movement. He cautiously climbs the stairs, one foot in front of the other, as not to creak the wood and frighten whom, or whatever is creating the racket.  

He sees the door knob of the closet at the end of the hallway turning, approaches it and opens the door to find a disheveled woman, hair in a mess, wearing nothing but a bed sheet and make-up running down her face. Her body and face are covered in bruises, and cuts and tears roll down her face until her system runs dry. She is so skinny and fragile that he is afraid to touch her.