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Sixty-minute rain delay.
Aug. 29th, 2009 12:02 amToday was a wonderful day off from work. ... I still didn't get enough sleep. While I was up until fourish, I took light catnaps for an hour or so at a time, but they weren't enough. And since it's Friday, my body was all "OH SHIT WAKE UP IT'S EIGHT O'CLOCK AND YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE" ... Thanks for that, body, when I've been thinking a day ahead of actuality all week. You choose now to reorient yourself. Good job. 9_9
Alarm went off at ten, but Nicole's texts said she wouldn't be able to hang out, so I did nothing. I didn't want to go outside because it was all rainy and gross. But then.... well, there's been something plaguing me all week -- and I don't know why I let this shit get to me, seriously, I'd like to fucking drop it already -- and it was bumming me out. And more nonsense this morning, which had me shaking like a leaf. In my head, I laughed at myself for such an overreaction, but that it happened means.... Augh. Here's how we know I'm changing for the better (I'm so proud of myself, this might be the one resolution I pull through on this year): instead of willingly wallowing in my stupid self-pity, I knew that I had to get out of the house and do something. And since I was supposed to hang out with Erica, too, I decided to do that.
I met up with her eventually, because the weather did have me feeling sluggish (and OH YEAH lack of proper sleep, too). Found her with her parents at Old Navy in Midtown, so we did a little bit of clothes shopping. I also tried on several pairs of jeans -- because I need jeans. I don't think I have any! -- and in addition to discovering that I'm a goddamn two -- please throw many rotten fruits at me, as I deserve it -- I discovered, not so much of a surprise, that the only jeans in the world that exist are skinny jeans, and none of them fit me about the waist. And even short sizes are too long for my stubby little legs.
Erica's parents went home after Old Navy, leaving the two of us. Our travels took us hither and yon, and into many stores looking at and for stuff. In ... H&M? I think? I pulled on a blue knit beret and some ridiculously oversized sunglasses and looked away from the camera as Erica took a picture. I look like a fucking hipster (I don't mean to be misleading, so just so you know, that link does not go to a picture of me. Sorry to disappoint (LOL MODESTY)). XD Now I just need one of those long shirt-dresses with leggings and obnoxiously colored flats. I want to be a Pratt student for Halloween. XDDDD
I eventually did find a pair of jeans that fit my waist specifications, i.e., they come up at or past my hipbone, but they were suuuuuuuuuper tight at the thigh and went down my leg to the balls of my feet. That's, what, an extra eight, nine inches of pant leg? I kinda wanted them JUST because they fit me at the waist, but when I peeled them off and put my own pants back on, it was like heaven. So no.
All I ask is a decent pair of pants. I'm very tough to fit, you know... D:
We found ourselves at Border's eventually. I picked up Zetsubou #3. And now I'm home.
Tomorrow is Amanda's thing, and I think we're supposed to have practice? Practice Sunday for certain. Maybe it'll stop raining by Monday. So gloomy! But the gross humidity of last week is gone, and that's nice. ... September is nearly here! Only four weeks to NYAF, eep!
Alarm went off at ten, but Nicole's texts said she wouldn't be able to hang out, so I did nothing. I didn't want to go outside because it was all rainy and gross. But then.... well, there's been something plaguing me all week -- and I don't know why I let this shit get to me, seriously, I'd like to fucking drop it already -- and it was bumming me out. And more nonsense this morning, which had me shaking like a leaf. In my head, I laughed at myself for such an overreaction, but that it happened means.... Augh. Here's how we know I'm changing for the better (I'm so proud of myself, this might be the one resolution I pull through on this year): instead of willingly wallowing in my stupid self-pity, I knew that I had to get out of the house and do something. And since I was supposed to hang out with Erica, too, I decided to do that.
I met up with her eventually, because the weather did have me feeling sluggish (and OH YEAH lack of proper sleep, too). Found her with her parents at Old Navy in Midtown, so we did a little bit of clothes shopping. I also tried on several pairs of jeans -- because I need jeans. I don't think I have any! -- and in addition to discovering that I'm a goddamn two -- please throw many rotten fruits at me, as I deserve it -- I discovered, not so much of a surprise, that the only jeans in the world that exist are skinny jeans, and none of them fit me about the waist. And even short sizes are too long for my stubby little legs.
Erica's parents went home after Old Navy, leaving the two of us. Our travels took us hither and yon, and into many stores looking at and for stuff. In ... H&M? I think? I pulled on a blue knit beret and some ridiculously oversized sunglasses and looked away from the camera as Erica took a picture. I look like a fucking hipster (I don't mean to be misleading, so just so you know, that link does not go to a picture of me. Sorry to disappoint (LOL MODESTY)). XD Now I just need one of those long shirt-dresses with leggings and obnoxiously colored flats. I want to be a Pratt student for Halloween. XDDDD
I eventually did find a pair of jeans that fit my waist specifications, i.e., they come up at or past my hipbone, but they were suuuuuuuuuper tight at the thigh and went down my leg to the balls of my feet. That's, what, an extra eight, nine inches of pant leg? I kinda wanted them JUST because they fit me at the waist, but when I peeled them off and put my own pants back on, it was like heaven. So no.
All I ask is a decent pair of pants. I'm very tough to fit, you know... D:
We found ourselves at Border's eventually. I picked up Zetsubou #3. And now I'm home.
Tomorrow is Amanda's thing, and I think we're supposed to have practice? Practice Sunday for certain. Maybe it'll stop raining by Monday. So gloomy! But the gross humidity of last week is gone, and that's nice. ... September is nearly here! Only four weeks to NYAF, eep!
