Twice in one night?

....what I want to say in response to the blog title...will not...say it.

Anyhoo. Yes. I am back again. Why? Well because I am what would be called in most circles a loser. Yeah. I...I have no life. I don't party and I don't really do much of anything but I figure if I'm happy enough then why not? Plus I have the paralyzing fear of getting caught as an underager and then having to pay a $200+ fine and my parents telling me I'm cut off.

But as I sit here with Harry the Hodag on my lap, a beer in front of me and a bag of "healthy" chips, I was back reading my blog just as a self evaluation type thing (and learned that I should perhaps proof read) and because I don't have anything better to do, I wrote down all my blog ideas! Yah! I got smart I wrote them down! The ones I claim not to remember but really do it's just more of a once I start typing I don't quite remember what I was going to type about and then it is ten minutes later and the entry is done and I can't go back and change the whole thing because heaven forbid one of my few readers would have read it already.

Breath.

So I have the list now. And now I shall write one of them down!
This I call the Wal-Mart Blues. It's fitting because I went to the Discount City tonight all by my lonesome and when I wrote what I'm about to type I had just gone to Wal-Mart all alone. So here it is...

There is nothing more lonely and sad than walking into a Wal-Mart on a Saturday night. Especially when it is just about dark but the sun is still peaking its last rays over the horizon, splashing the landscape in golden glow. Magic hour, one of the prettiest times of day. Not a time of day to be walking into Wal-Mart, a building that is anything but beautiful. Florescent lights stretching out in every way, reflecting off the white floors to give you the feeling of double vision. Recycled air in your lungs, the only sounds that surround you are the hallow, solo "flip flop" to remind you you're alone. A continuous drone of elevator music and pop tunes mixed with nauseating cheerful voices informing you of the deals and steals of the week follow you no matter where you are. Even a venture into the jungle of electronics to paw through the coveted $5.50 DVD bin cannot release you from the grasps of the music. Twenty TV screens scream the same thing at you but in the background "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" continues to haunt you. A solitary weave through the aisles past families, friends and couples remind you like a slap on the face of your current status. Standing in a Wal-Mart on a Saturday night completely alone with nothing to look forward to. A reality that is sad, but ordinary. A lifestyle some are accustomed to. It's the Wal-Mart blues.

There you have it.