Yeah, the fur walls were kind of a special, once-in-a-lifetime event. Living with them would be a bit scarier, I think.
And the clothing shopping was kind of a bust. I got socks. We were talking afterward, and decided that all those people who blame fashion magazines for eating disorders are full of crap because it's clothes shopping that is the most depressing and demoralizing thing, and certainly negatively affects body image. Seriously. I couldn't find a cute summer top to save my life: everything either made me look pregnant (which I'm not) or like a titless 11-year-old (which, okay, I'm a bit smaller there). *seethes* The saga continues. I'm going to head back to TEH GAP (*shock*) and try on some stuff there that I didn't try on before. Le sigh.
And the kitteh didn't happen either, because all they had at the humane society were old tired cats, and no little ones. They (my roommates) may have to go outside the humane society to get their kitteh... but that's up to them. I'll keep trying to convince them to name the eventual but still theoretical kitteh after stuff you can find at a hardware store. Or maybe just call her "Hardware Store".
Good luck on your exam... and haven't heard from you in a while (like, a week, SHUT UP), what's up? I asked Tina about who you'd want to contact to get info about grad theatre at York, and can shoot along those numbers if you don't already have them.
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Date: 2007-05-07 05:07 pm (UTC)And the clothing shopping was kind of a bust. I got socks. We were talking afterward, and decided that all those people who blame fashion magazines for eating disorders are full of crap because it's clothes shopping that is the most depressing and demoralizing thing, and certainly negatively affects body image. Seriously. I couldn't find a cute summer top to save my life: everything either made me look pregnant (which I'm not) or like a titless 11-year-old (which, okay, I'm a bit smaller there). *seethes* The saga continues. I'm going to head back to TEH GAP (*shock*) and try on some stuff there that I didn't try on before. Le sigh.
And the kitteh didn't happen either, because all they had at the humane society were old tired cats, and no little ones. They (my roommates) may have to go outside the humane society to get their kitteh... but that's up to them. I'll keep trying to convince them to name the eventual but still theoretical kitteh after stuff you can find at a hardware store. Or maybe just call her "Hardware Store".
Good luck on your exam... and haven't heard from you in a while (like, a week, SHUT UP), what's up? I asked Tina about who you'd want to contact to get info about grad theatre at York, and can shoot along those numbers if you don't already have them.