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HMMMMMM what all has happened in Amber's life since the last time I posted on LJ.....well.
The other week when I was at home (in stratford), the zipper on my boot split. I was super pissed because those were expensive and i worked SO HARD to keep them nice, and i sprayed them often and everything and then the stupid ZIPPER broke. LUCKILY there's a Russian man in Stratford who does leather repair and he can put a new zipper in! I just have to wait till i go home again to get my boots back. Which probly means most of the snow will be melted anyways. But at least my boots aren't ruined.
I'm getting a new pair of glasses. They're big and red and I'm afraid that I can't really pull them off, but the expert woman at the optometrists' said they looked good, and I trust her opinion, because she's always, always right about these things. But I also have to go back to stratford to get THOSE. Damnit stratford. I can't escape you.
I spent most of today patching four pairs of jeans. Lately I've been having this problem in that my jeans get worn out in the upper thigh, riiight by the crotch, which is like the MOST awkward place to try and stitch up. But I did it. It doesn't look as good as when Laine's dad did it with a machine, but they're now WEARABLE, which they most certainly were NOT before. And I only sewed them to the pants I was wearing once! (I wish I was kidding, that really happened.) But it really makes me wonder...I never had this problem with pants before. Do they not make denim like they used to? Or have I gained so much weight that my thighs now rub together twice as much? One of these pairs of pants wasn't even that old. And now they have patches. No one will be looking at my crotch area anyways though, right? RIGHT?
wow I just got distracted in the middle of posting this...I think I'm done anyways. Oh wait no. Blair got a job today! yaaaaay! Now he's coming to see me tomorrow <3 Now all we need is for ME to get a second job and we'll be all set to...idk. Have our own money. But job searching is SCARY ok. I have...shyness problems. I'm terrified of some people. It seems to only happen with, for lack of a better word, "grown-ups." I know I'm 21 now, and also technically an adult, but I still can't see myself as their equal. And my voice goes up like an entire octave when I talk to them for the first time, and I just feel all hot and embarrassed....how I ever got the jobs I've had, I'll never know. I also have weird phone issues. I hate talking on the phone to people I don't know. Even within people I DO know there's a select few who I can be on the phone with. So yeah, I'm scared to look for jobs for real. It's frustrating, because I'm poor. I need a good slap in the face. GET WITH IT AMBER. GET SOME MONEY. ok NOW I'm done. Adieu!
The other week when I was at home (in stratford), the zipper on my boot split. I was super pissed because those were expensive and i worked SO HARD to keep them nice, and i sprayed them often and everything and then the stupid ZIPPER broke. LUCKILY there's a Russian man in Stratford who does leather repair and he can put a new zipper in! I just have to wait till i go home again to get my boots back. Which probly means most of the snow will be melted anyways. But at least my boots aren't ruined.
I'm getting a new pair of glasses. They're big and red and I'm afraid that I can't really pull them off, but the expert woman at the optometrists' said they looked good, and I trust her opinion, because she's always, always right about these things. But I also have to go back to stratford to get THOSE. Damnit stratford. I can't escape you.
I spent most of today patching four pairs of jeans. Lately I've been having this problem in that my jeans get worn out in the upper thigh, riiight by the crotch, which is like the MOST awkward place to try and stitch up. But I did it. It doesn't look as good as when Laine's dad did it with a machine, but they're now WEARABLE, which they most certainly were NOT before. And I only sewed them to the pants I was wearing once! (I wish I was kidding, that really happened.) But it really makes me wonder...I never had this problem with pants before. Do they not make denim like they used to? Or have I gained so much weight that my thighs now rub together twice as much? One of these pairs of pants wasn't even that old. And now they have patches. No one will be looking at my crotch area anyways though, right? RIGHT?
wow I just got distracted in the middle of posting this...I think I'm done anyways. Oh wait no. Blair got a job today! yaaaaay! Now he's coming to see me tomorrow <3 Now all we need is for ME to get a second job and we'll be all set to...idk. Have our own money. But job searching is SCARY ok. I have...shyness problems. I'm terrified of some people. It seems to only happen with, for lack of a better word, "grown-ups." I know I'm 21 now, and also technically an adult, but I still can't see myself as their equal. And my voice goes up like an entire octave when I talk to them for the first time, and I just feel all hot and embarrassed....how I ever got the jobs I've had, I'll never know. I also have weird phone issues. I hate talking on the phone to people I don't know. Even within people I DO know there's a select few who I can be on the phone with. So yeah, I'm scared to look for jobs for real. It's frustrating, because I'm poor. I need a good slap in the face. GET WITH IT AMBER. GET SOME MONEY. ok NOW I'm done. Adieu!