Today, the free "because I said I would" cards that I ordered about a month ago finally came in.
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| Here's the actual cards. |
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| And here's the note that came with them. |
If you've never heard of the guys from "because I said I would," definitely check them out. They're a non-profit organization dedicated to making the world a better place, one promise at a time. And sure, it's just a piece of paper with writing on it, but these pieces of paper have motivated people to do things for the benefit of themselves and the world, from promises to not use their phones while driving, to promises to stop self-harm, to promises to help those in need, etc. It's a really great organization, I definitely recommend visiting their website, where you can read about their stories and even order your own cards. Visit them by clicking this link.
And although my current promise is nowhere near as monumental as some other people's promises, I'll post mine here anyway.
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| This is for you, my small team of people that worked with me last year. |
Same day, 9:51 PM PDT
So I went venue scouting with Samantha and my family. We decided to visit Lestat's Coffee Shop, which was where we were planning on performing our duet poem. Based on the pictures of the place that we saw and the recommendation that Samantha got from her friend about the place, it seemed like a really cool venue in downtown San Diego.
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| Woah, it's really pretty. (via lestats.com) |
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| Man, the ambiance. So beautiful. (via lestats.com) |
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| You know it's sophisticated when they have a mounted ceramic deer head. (via lestats.com) |
Except this venue was not in downtown San Diego, like we had believed. It was in Normal Heights. And despite its average-sounding name, the area around Lestat's was a bit too... intimidating for our liking. Although these pictures from Google Street View of the neighboring buildings don't really do the scariness of it justice, I tried to show off how sketchy the place looked.
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| You know it's sketchy when space itself distorts around pawn shop signs. (via Google Street View) |
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| Notice the eerie lack of pedestrians. And the desolate skyline. |
I really wish I grabbed a few pictures of the location since again, Google Street View doesn't make it look like how it does. But let's just say the place looked really... ghetto. And sorry, Lestat's, but I think we'll pass on performing at your venue. Nothing against you guys. We just don't want to get shot any time soon.
But we had two hours to kill and we had expected to go downtown. So we went to Horton Plaza. Dedicated readers of my blog, you might remember that I posted about Horton Plaza before. And yes, even now, I still believe that Horton Plaza is a nightmare to navigate. Let's recap why.
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| WHERE IS ANYTHING?! (via 10best.com) |
We ate as soon as we got there. Parents/sister ate from Sarku, I ate from Panda Express, Samantha was starving, but she didn't want to eat because she didn't want to get carsick on the ride back. But I forcefed her cream cheese rangoons anyway.
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| "I'M DOING THIS TO SAVE YOUR LIFE, I PROMISE." (via caiti-online.blogspot.com) |
Afterwards, Samantha, my sister, and I went to look around the mall. We visited Comics N Stuff and looked at comics... and stuff. We tried to look for a Clara action figure in the Doctor Who section, but couldn't find one, unfortunately. But hey, we found a mountain of Pop Bobbleheads in the store. Here's a few notable ones we found.
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| "I need this in my life." -Samantha |
She also found this good-looking guy and said that it's what I looked like when I walked into 6th period.
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| I... kinda see it..? |
And while passing by Hot Topic, I found this really cool Doctor Who shirt.
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| I'm not big on The Beatles or Doctor Who, but for some reason, the combination of the two is really awesome. |
Then, we grabbed a bite to eat at Wetzel's Pretzels. Bought some Cinnabon for my sister (the nice cashier gave us an extra cinnastick because we had to wait 12 minutes for a new batch, so thanks cashier!), while Samantha bought pretzel bites. Without salt.
Basically, she bought tiny cylinders of bread.
She shared them with me, claiming that she couldn't finish it all. But I know that she's secretly trying to plump me up so that she can put me in the oven and eat me to absorb my powers. And damn it, is it working, because those bread cylinders were surprisingly good.
Tell you what though, Samantha takes tiny bites. Really, those pretzel bites should be renamed pretzel half-bites, since my fatty self can eat two of them at once if I really tried. But I guess they named it specifically for Samantha since she took over two minutes to finish one of them. I wasn't exactly staring at her while she ate, but I swear, she was just taking the tiniest nibbles at the bread at a time.
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| Come on, put your chipmunk cheeks to use, Samantha! (via gizmodo.com) |
On the drive home, my sister would keep telling the longest stories imaginable. She'd be the only one talking for upwards of two, three minutes at a time and thirty seconds in, I'd forget what she was talking about. But after she stopped talking, Samantha and I would always say "That's good, Megan" and give her pats on the head while saying "pats for Megan." For awhile, she was pretty satisfied, until she figured out that we would do this every time she talked extensively and that we weren't really listening. Then she started resisting.
But hey, SpongeBob references, right?
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| Bonus points to anyone who can tell me the first blog entry that I used this exact gif in. |
RFotD: I think having a pawn shop near your neighborhood instantly makes your neighborhood scarier.
SGAT: Edited a bit of my film, spent a bunch of time with Samantha.
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