I slept terribly. I tossed and turned and read books and cried over books and threw books at walls and tried to fall asleep and stepped on Devil's tail when I went for a Gatorade in my gold mini fridge.

So you can see why, at 12:39 PM, I would be sleeping. But no, Ivey decided we needed new outfits for the concert. She came over at 12:45, ready to take me out. 

First, she had to get me out of bed.

"Harley, come on, get up, let's go..."

"No." 

And I went back to sleep. Or tried. 

"Harley! HARLEY QUINN!!" I flinched at my full name.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"Get up."

"IM TRYING TO SLEEP!!" I complained. She never listens, though, and I was shoved out of bed.

"If you take longer than 25 minutes to be ready, I'm making out with Michael." She threatened as she slammed my bedroom door. I stood up, tired still. I dragged my feet to my huge walk in closet. Hmmm... what to wear? Shopping, that meant cute yet comfy... I strolled over to the section labeled 

"Cute yet comfy" 

I choose a black crop hoodie with a cat ear hood, and pink leggings that matched the pink on the ears. Then I rushed to my huge bathroom and applied my makeup. I brushed my hair, straightened it, then decided on putting it into a French braid. Once I was ready, I went into the closet again. I went straight to 

"Accessories" 

And chose a black cat mini backpack plus a black wallet. 

I added money, plus my gift cards, and car keys. Now, some extra lip gloss and I was done.

I stepped into the hall, ready, when I realized I wasn't wearing shoes. I went back into the room and went to the shoe area. I chose black converse. 

I was finally done, and went to my brother's room to ask where Ivey was. She was in there, making out with my brother.

"OH EWW!!" I screamed, instantly separating them.

Ivey had pink leggings, like me, black converse, also like me, a black crop top with hot pink tie dye, and her hair was also French braided. She and I giggled and said goodbye to Mike.

First we went to Pink.

I didn't like anything there for clothes, neither did Ivey, so we went to the perfumes. She chose a deep sexy smell while I chose a sweet vanilla. We went to beauty next. She choose a deep red lipstick that would go well with her tan skin, I chose a soft pink. We chose stuff for spa night tonight next. I got a pimple perfection grape seed mask, lemon honey wax, eyelash serum, a hydrating face lotion, deep conditioning hour hair mask, rose water cleanser, and a heat towel. She got a black head peel mask, lemon milk wax, brow serum, a less oils face lotion, a frizz control hair mask, peach water cleanser, and a heat towel.

Then we went over to the Victoria secret section, choosing new undergarments for the Bts concert as well. Ivey decided on a hot pink lace bra and matching thong, I went for a white lace bra and matching panties. 

From there Ivey dragged me to American Eagle, where I saw the perfect shirt. It was a white and blue faded tie dye crop top hoodie with cut out shoulders. I got that and Ivey found the perfect jeans. They were faded grayish color with pins on the pocket.

Next we stopped by Starbucks. 

"I'm never moving again!" I whined as I sipped my Serious Strawberry frappe. She frowned and filed her nails some more.

She dragged me over to hot topic next, because she loved their band shirts. They didn't have Bts so she decided on a red tee that said "80's vibes" 

I found some ripped skinny jeans and bought those.

"Now shoes!" She cried. I followed her to sho carnival and bought some red converse that would show my ankle.

She decided on black strappy heels.

Finally, I was ready to go home. My feet dragged against the white tile floor.

"Ivey, I'm tired."

"One last thing, kay?!"

"No! I'm so excruciatingly exhausted that I may just faint like a Victorian Lady. 'Oh, fan me, child'" 

"We are getting mani pedis and I don't care, now hurry darling." With that she turned on her heel and fleed away. I grudgingly shifted my many bags of heavy items and followed.

We sat in our fancy chairs and sighed as the nice woman who we had played worked on our feet, two men worked on our hands.

When we got home, I threw my bags on the floor and went straight into the living room, hoping something good would be on. We watched tv until 6 pm, then we put the clothes in the washer and went to my room for spa night. First, we used our cleansers. Then hair masks would be set in our hair and we would wrap up our hair for the rest of the spa. Next we waxed our bodies, whining at the pain. Then we put on some baby oil I already owned and put on our serums, mine on my lashes and her's on her brows. Next was the face mask, then last we relaxed for a half hour. We watched Bob's burgers and ate some cucumbers, and drank hot fresh brewed tea. We gossiped and rinsed our hair, using our heat towels to wipe our faces. You put a bit of water on it and it immediately grew steamy and wet and warm. I wiped mine off with her, then she went home and I hopped in bed again. I pulled out An Empty Life Awaits You, smiling as I read my favorite book. AELAY was about a boy who had just lost his life to cancer, and he goes about as a spirit for years, not being able to rest in peace until some says they wished they had told him something or other. It's quite funny, until he dies of the cancer. Then it becomes sad and meaningful. I fell asleep with my book on my nose.