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I just got off the phone with Leigh where I found myself gushing about how proud I've been with myself this week. I was so distracted by my own happiness that I completely forgot to mention how upset I am that I didn't get into the Carribean thing. Ugh. Well, whatever... I am proud of myself anyway. It's definitely better to focus on the good stuff, right? I've worked out 4 times this week and plan on working out again this afternoon (as soon as I've digested the shitload of waffles I had for brunch). On top of that I've started to wean myself off coverup (something that's been part of my daily routine for the past 5 years) and I'm trying to teach myself to take care of my nails. This may be the hardest part because, no matter how long and pretty they get, they're so naturally thin that they're always on the verge of breaking off. Oi... wtv I'll figure it out.
In other news I've fallen in love (again... this seems to happen every other day. Optimism? maybe. Hopelessness? probably). This time it's with a pair of shoes. The crazy thing about this is that, despite the stereotype associated with my gender, I've never been one to obsess over shoes. Like a cliche man I've always been one to think of shoes as more of a practicality than something to gush over. I used to wear the same pair of shoes for years, and complain when my mum would force me to go shoe shopping, arguing that "noone looks at your feet anyway". Yikes. Things have apparently changed as I fell madly and deeply in love yesterday with a pair of casual heels I saw on all the manequins at H&M yesterday. The problem is that I didn't see them actually selling them anywhere in the store so I have no idea where to buy them. But I can't help it... I'm in love. Today or tomorow I'm planning on rushing back there and either stealing a pair off of one of the manequins and making a run for it, or begging the salespeople to let me in on the secret of where to get them. This is all so strange to me but it all feels so right. I really don't think I can go on not knowing whether owning them is a possibility or not. That does it... I'm going. Right now. I'll update later with news of my mission but for now I have some shopping to do.
Wish me luck!
<3 natie
PS: SOTD is Lighting Blue Eyes by Secret Machines, and BOTD is Final Fantasy in anticipation of the concert next weekend. woohoo!
In other news I've fallen in love (again... this seems to happen every other day. Optimism? maybe. Hopelessness? probably). This time it's with a pair of shoes. The crazy thing about this is that, despite the stereotype associated with my gender, I've never been one to obsess over shoes. Like a cliche man I've always been one to think of shoes as more of a practicality than something to gush over. I used to wear the same pair of shoes for years, and complain when my mum would force me to go shoe shopping, arguing that "noone looks at your feet anyway". Yikes. Things have apparently changed as I fell madly and deeply in love yesterday with a pair of casual heels I saw on all the manequins at H&M yesterday. The problem is that I didn't see them actually selling them anywhere in the store so I have no idea where to buy them. But I can't help it... I'm in love. Today or tomorow I'm planning on rushing back there and either stealing a pair off of one of the manequins and making a run for it, or begging the salespeople to let me in on the secret of where to get them. This is all so strange to me but it all feels so right. I really don't think I can go on not knowing whether owning them is a possibility or not. That does it... I'm going. Right now. I'll update later with news of my mission but for now I have some shopping to do.
Wish me luck!
<3 natie
PS: SOTD is Lighting Blue Eyes by Secret Machines, and BOTD is Final Fantasy in anticipation of the concert next weekend. woohoo!