Who would like to hear a journalistic rant about me finally buying a new pair of shoes? Yes? All of you? Read away, minions!
Today I went to Kohl's with my mom after school strictly to satisfy my need want for a pair of chuck tailors (a.k.a., canvas shoes). Never before have I been interested in shoes past the rugged sneakers at the thrift store (that provide cushion and nothing else), so this urge was new and exciting. And to my surprise, this partially blind trip to find the shoes of my dreams turned out not to be fantasy, as I found a beautiful pair of bright red all-stars waiting to be bought by me.
After a couple test-walks I knew that they could be mine, especially since they had been marked down a delighful five dollars. Of course, any sale at all had the potential of completely erasing my conscience. Or, in this case, the mother.
"You know, you could get the same pair of shoes for ten dollars cheaper on Amazon," was mom's wise advice. I don't deny that this is perfectly true, but you can't argue with my response, "It's my money. And I really want them." (Then buys the shoes.) Ah, youth. Oops, I forgot I'm not a middle-aged journalist yet.
And so, thus ends the most exciting part of Zoe's day. If you wish to hear real news:
I didn't make the basketball team (although I did make 1st cuts), and I went to NYC with my dad for a single day on Saturday. Pictures are yet to make an appearance. I am now deprived of any sort of activity/sports option that will make me feel normal health-wise, which is un-settling. Especially because of the abundance of holiday candy and chocolate chip bags.