It's just like you to paint those whiter fences.
1) Chopped off my hair. It's just long enough to put into a ponytail now, which is shorter than it's been in a while. I'm not quite sure what I think about the look of it yet, but hot damn is it easier to take care of. My only hope is that it makes me look a little older, as I'm pretty sure the curtain of hair I was sporting previously made me look like a fifteen year old rather than a twenty-something.
2) Got an e-mail from my homestay family. It sounds like things will work out quite well there based on how lovely the mother of the family sounded. However, the letter has also reminded me that I need to pack my Besherelle -- my beloved guide to the conjugation of verbs -- when I go. It's also been revealed that I am far better at reading and speaking french than I am at writing it.
3) My biological father sent me a check for five hundred bucks and a letter expressing the hope that I'd use some of it to experience some of the cultural things that Quebec has to offer. Funny how he's never demonstrated any interest in my life or my own personal interests, but as soon as I talk about this Quebec trip he's all OMG FRENCH YOU GO GIRL. Right. Thanks. Nice to know you care.
...I plan on spending some of this money today on a pair of Doc Martens I've had my eye on. This could be a concession to my kindergoth self, and this totally contravenes the point of item one on this list, but I am in love with them.
(The fact that my biological father wouldn't approve just makes it all the sweeter.)
4) I think the final decision to buy these boots stems from something that happened yesterday. Mum and I went shopping yesterday to see if we could track down some dress pants and professional-looking tops that would fit.
The only thing I found that fit properly? The only thing at all? The boots.
I'm acutely aware that I'm a tiny thing. I'm just a hair over 90 pounds. I know this makes it difficult for me to find adult-y clothing that fits me, never mind suits me. Petite stores are even pretty touch and go.
Thing is, I can't afford to have pants custom made/tailored for me.
The other option I can come up with is shopping in the kids' section of stores. I don't want to do that. I can't do that. I won't do that to myself. I've fought too hard to be seen as an adult and be taken seriously by the professional type world to go shop in sections designed for twelve-year-olds. I really can't articulate how much that would hurt.
And wow. My eyes probably shouldn't be watering this bad.
5) TIME FOR SOME HAPPY. OR SOMETHING CLOSE TO IT.
2) Got an e-mail from my homestay family. It sounds like things will work out quite well there based on how lovely the mother of the family sounded. However, the letter has also reminded me that I need to pack my Besherelle -- my beloved guide to the conjugation of verbs -- when I go. It's also been revealed that I am far better at reading and speaking french than I am at writing it.
3) My biological father sent me a check for five hundred bucks and a letter expressing the hope that I'd use some of it to experience some of the cultural things that Quebec has to offer. Funny how he's never demonstrated any interest in my life or my own personal interests, but as soon as I talk about this Quebec trip he's all OMG FRENCH YOU GO GIRL. Right. Thanks. Nice to know you care.
...I plan on spending some of this money today on a pair of Doc Martens I've had my eye on. This could be a concession to my kindergoth self, and this totally contravenes the point of item one on this list, but I am in love with them.
(The fact that my biological father wouldn't approve just makes it all the sweeter.)
4) I think the final decision to buy these boots stems from something that happened yesterday. Mum and I went shopping yesterday to see if we could track down some dress pants and professional-looking tops that would fit.
The only thing I found that fit properly? The only thing at all? The boots.
I'm acutely aware that I'm a tiny thing. I'm just a hair over 90 pounds. I know this makes it difficult for me to find adult-y clothing that fits me, never mind suits me. Petite stores are even pretty touch and go.
Thing is, I can't afford to have pants custom made/tailored for me.
The other option I can come up with is shopping in the kids' section of stores. I don't want to do that. I can't do that. I won't do that to myself. I've fought too hard to be seen as an adult and be taken seriously by the professional type world to go shop in sections designed for twelve-year-olds. I really can't articulate how much that would hurt.
And wow. My eyes probably shouldn't be watering this bad.
5) TIME FOR SOME HAPPY. OR SOMETHING CLOSE TO IT.
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