Smiles.
I went to Burwood yesterday to put in some photos for printing and to apply for a job at a Jewelry shop in Westfields.
Near said shop is Glassons, a clothing shop.
If you've noted, this season floral prints and flirty flimsy dresses are the in thing.
I happen to like some of them. They're the right type of thing for a lot of peoples body type and.. idk. They make you feel pretty.
Anyway, I saw one on the hanger in the shop and went in to look at it. This woman, all of a sudden jumps on me and asks me if I want to try it on and if I needed any help with sizes. (I personally hate that. Let me breathe! Breathing is nesscecary!) I said I liked the dress. Next thing I've got a top and said dress in hand and I'm being ushered into the changing room. Mum sees me and gives me the "Whatonearthareyoudoing?!" look.
(Prepare for a bit of a body issue rant now, folks. Feel free to skip to the happy part!)
I go in a consider just standing in there, and then saying the dress didn't fit.. because usually, nothing in those silly shops do. My waist is small, but my hips, butt and thighs are not. My issue is if I go for bigger clothes (dresses in particular), they don't fit all over. People assume that if you've got big hips and what not, you've automatically got big boobs. NOT SO MY FRIENDS! NOT SO! (They're not particularly small, but they're really not as big as the designers seem to assume they are.)
Anyway. Moving on.
I decide, what the hell. I'll try it.
The dress fits.
(That never happens. You don't understand. Like, not EVER.)
So anyway, dress on. The lady asks me if I'm okay and I open the curtain. I'm not really happy with it. Something isn't right.
The mother fucking thing is too big.
Not just around the boob area, either. But everywhere!
The person responsible for the picking of the dress and my mum come in. The lady says "Oh, it's too big. Let me get a smaller size."
LULWAT?
Long story short, turns out I can fit into a size 14 dress in this shop.
I swear to god, I could have cried had there not been a whole bunch of people around.
Come home with items on Lay-Buy and weigh myself.
12 kilos lost! Woooooohoooooo!
Don't ask me how I did it. I don't really know.
(I'm thinking though that going to the gym, having no money for a lot of food and eating 5 lots of vegetables did something though. And maybe those braces..)
http://www.mondino-update.net/index.php?page=1
I'm really excited about Tuesday!
DANIEL YOU BETTER COME, OKAYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
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The most hilarious Facebook group for Sydneysiders ever:
http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2334043473
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Okay. Who's been on Google Maps?
If you haven't, stop RIGHT NOW and google your house.
Click on the Satellite view and then "street view."
Are any of you as terrified as I am?
YOU CAN SEE INTO MY MUMS CAR FFS! We're lucky you can't see into the front windows!
I don't like this at all. Nope. Not at all.
It's merely a tool for stalking.. which usually I'd be all for. But this just seems a little excessive.
Why not just gift wrap the small children for the pedophiles and leave them out the front of your house?
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Also, I want to dye my hair. And by dye I mean streak.
For those of you who don't remember pink.. http://aliciaxgrace.livejournal.com/16473.html#cutid1
Should I do it again?
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