I ♥ clothes
It's been a good day. It's Teacher's Day in Mexico today, so no classes for me (can I hear a yay? YAY!), and I woke up at ten and fooled around in PJs all morning long and FINALLY finished a very long due fic and I scratched my head at the avalanche of comments because really, it's quite a simple story. *shrug*
Anyway, I went shopping today! (hence, the good day part, LOL, I'm such a clothes-whore) I was actually going to buy mine and Luz' and Gillian' tickets for this Saturday's Zoe gig, but apparently, they're only sold a bazillion miles away from here. Huh. Anyway, I came back home with pwetty, pweeetty stuff and I went and wrote myself in the waiting line for Deathly Hallows - I hate that particular library (I once asked for Cortazar and got '...who?' looks and decided that people in there were idiots), but that's where I got OotP and HBP, so it's kind of a tradition, really.
Yay, skinny jeans! I've wanted a pair for ages. And a pretty shirt. And if Bershka would only get its figurative head out of its figurative ass and sell clothes larger than a size 30 (which is actually a size 28 in Zara, uuuuuugh), I would've gotten another pretty shirt. *le sigh*
FLAAAAATS, OMG, THEY'RE SO CUTE. Especially the red ones. I've always wanted red shoes, so I could feel like Dorothy (stfu I'm wee inside), AND NOW I CAN, OMG.
Aaaand this is how it looks all together. I was trying to take a full body picture, but it kept on getting messed up Lord knows why. *shrug* THE SHOES ARE THE BEST PART ANYWAY.
... And this has nothing to do with anything, but really, WHEN have you seen a payaso er, what's it called in English? Paleta, whatever, HAVE A SAD FACE, EH? EEEEH???? I swear, it came out this way. (for non-Mexicans - they're supposed to have a smily face. o_O) It was... pretty shocking and a source of amusement for both my brother and me. XD
I haven't done ANY homework today. Meep. *bites nails*
Anyway, I went shopping today! (hence, the good day part, LOL, I'm such a clothes-whore) I was actually going to buy mine and Luz' and Gillian' tickets for this Saturday's Zoe gig, but apparently, they're only sold a bazillion miles away from here. Huh. Anyway, I came back home with pwetty, pweeetty stuff and I went and wrote myself in the waiting line for Deathly Hallows - I hate that particular library (I once asked for Cortazar and got '...who?' looks and decided that people in there were idiots), but that's where I got OotP and HBP, so it's kind of a tradition, really.
Yay, skinny jeans! I've wanted a pair for ages. And a pretty shirt. And if Bershka would only get its figurative head out of its figurative ass and sell clothes larger than a size 30 (which is actually a size 28 in Zara, uuuuuugh), I would've gotten another pretty shirt. *le sigh*
FLAAAAATS, OMG, THEY'RE SO CUTE. Especially the red ones. I've always wanted red shoes, so I could feel like Dorothy (stfu I'm wee inside), AND NOW I CAN, OMG.
Aaaand this is how it looks all together. I was trying to take a full body picture, but it kept on getting messed up Lord knows why. *shrug* THE SHOES ARE THE BEST PART ANYWAY.
... And this has nothing to do with anything, but really, WHEN have you seen a payaso er, what's it called in English? Paleta, whatever, HAVE A SAD FACE, EH? EEEEH???? I swear, it came out this way. (for non-Mexicans - they're supposed to have a smily face. o_O) It was... pretty shocking and a source of amusement for both my brother and me. XD
I haven't done ANY homework today. Meep. *bites nails*