Mallin' like a baller while ballin' in the mall.

I have been shoppping WAY too much lately.

Maybe there's a bit of influence from going to Japan and strolling around Harajuku, which is renown for its ridiculous fashion. Lately, I've been more accepting to different kinds of clothes. Today I decided to be funny and went around in Ross, picking up crazy clothes that I would normally never wear to try on in the fitting room. I ended up buying 75% of the clothes I picked. ._.*

Unfortunately, the expansion of my sartorial horizon means an escalation in the incidence of my shopping trips, which used to be about once a month. I've already been shopping for the last four days in a row. And I'm talking hardcore shopping, meaning enough walking to actually make me sweat inside the air-conditioned mall.

I make excuses by saying I need these clothes for college, but when you're LIVING at school, I'm pretty sure people will be so used to seeing others in their PJs that no one will really care if I show up to lectures sagging my brother's old basketball shorts (I have to admit that is a secret vice of mine at home) and rocking an XXL red T-shirt that reads "Hong Kong: The Perfect Choice!"

Speaking of the minimal importance of clothing, how exactly do stores like Abercrombie expect to get more business when their gigantic ads of hot men focus primarily on the men's bare chests? Additionally, their bags given to clientele who purchase the clothing feature more half naked models. I mean, really. Bags are a form of advertisement a bit more subtle and far more motile than paper stuck to walls. Does toting a bag featuring a sexy shot of ripped, masculine abs scream "I went shopping for clothes at Abercrombie!" or "I went and bought something at the half naked man store!"?

Shouldn't the point of an ad be to show what the store is SELLING? Not that I mind the eye candy. At all.


*Of course, that was only 3 out of 4. Isn't it amazing what statistics can do?