Bummer of a weekend
So Friday was pretty much boring. I wanted to do something so bad and told my brother as much. His idea of 'doing something' is going out for Shawarma...about 2 minutes away. He's very exciting. We do this more often then I'd like to. I was so restless. I needed to see a movie or go shopping or something! Friday was a waste of a PD day.
Saturday, my mom and I went shopping. We went to winners and found a pair of jeans. Yippee. But then, miracles of miracles, we found a store that was "built" for people like me. Pants that actually fit are hard to come by for me. You have no idea how hard it is to find a pair of pants that goes over my thunder thighs and fits at the waist. Infact, this must be the first store ever where my regular pants size were too large. No, I did not walk into a "plus size" store. I walked into Tweed and Hickory. I found stuff that fit. Holy cow. I was so shocked. So my mom and I bought around 700 dollars worth of clothes. My dad will freak when he sees the bill. Clothes there are uber expensive.
Sunday is the day Wii comes out. For those of you who don't know what Wii is...google it...I'm too lazy to explain. BUT ITS SO COOL! Of course I had soccer practice at some place in Kanata which meant getting up at 7 am and getting home by 10:45 pm so all the Wiis were sold out. We actually might have snagged on if my parents drove my brother (he's got a G1) and I but they kept on delaying it. Basically I raked the leafs in the front and then used a leaf blower in the back because the leafs are really skinny and I can't use a rake to make a pile. I hate leaf blowers. They stink, they're noisy, they make your hand go numb, and its really frustrating to make a piles of leafs. So now I smell like an oil/gas mixture and I'm too lazy to shower so I will smell funky until shower-time tomorrow morning (volleyball). I really don't want to wake up early tomorrow. 6 am is way to early. 6 am is comes too soon.
Oh yes. I'm feeling loads better from my last rant. That definetly lifted a weight of my chest just to write it out for the world to see.
Time is being very funny with me lately. I wake up...its 8:15...two seconds later when I'm not looking at the clock 5 minutes roll by so fast. But when I look at the clock the minutes go by so slowly. ...Well really its not "Time's" fault, but we all need a scapegoat. Poor time. Now I feel bad. Which is pathetic. I'm pathetic. As per usual. God, I'm lame.
Guiltily yours,
Robyn
PS: the whole 700 dollars worth of clothes spent on me isn't helping with my guilt complex. Nope, not one bit.
PPSS: But I will be one fine-looking guilty babe.
Saturday, my mom and I went shopping. We went to winners and found a pair of jeans. Yippee. But then, miracles of miracles, we found a store that was "built" for people like me. Pants that actually fit are hard to come by for me. You have no idea how hard it is to find a pair of pants that goes over my thunder thighs and fits at the waist. Infact, this must be the first store ever where my regular pants size were too large. No, I did not walk into a "plus size" store. I walked into Tweed and Hickory. I found stuff that fit. Holy cow. I was so shocked. So my mom and I bought around 700 dollars worth of clothes. My dad will freak when he sees the bill. Clothes there are uber expensive.
Sunday is the day Wii comes out. For those of you who don't know what Wii is...google it...I'm too lazy to explain. BUT ITS SO COOL! Of course I had soccer practice at some place in Kanata which meant getting up at 7 am and getting home by 10:45 pm so all the Wiis were sold out. We actually might have snagged on if my parents drove my brother (he's got a G1) and I but they kept on delaying it. Basically I raked the leafs in the front and then used a leaf blower in the back because the leafs are really skinny and I can't use a rake to make a pile. I hate leaf blowers. They stink, they're noisy, they make your hand go numb, and its really frustrating to make a piles of leafs. So now I smell like an oil/gas mixture and I'm too lazy to shower so I will smell funky until shower-time tomorrow morning (volleyball). I really don't want to wake up early tomorrow. 6 am is way to early. 6 am is comes too soon.
Oh yes. I'm feeling loads better from my last rant. That definetly lifted a weight of my chest just to write it out for the world to see.
Time is being very funny with me lately. I wake up...its 8:15...two seconds later when I'm not looking at the clock 5 minutes roll by so fast. But when I look at the clock the minutes go by so slowly. ...Well really its not "Time's" fault, but we all need a scapegoat. Poor time. Now I feel bad. Which is pathetic. I'm pathetic. As per usual. God, I'm lame.
Guiltily yours,
Robyn
PS: the whole 700 dollars worth of clothes spent on me isn't helping with my guilt complex. Nope, not one bit.
PPSS: But I will be one fine-looking guilty babe.