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Monday, November 22, 2004


Okay, went shopping today! With mum and dad of course, so ahem, no costs incurred. Finally got something for grad night, which I think has absolutely no relation to the greek theme, but I can't be bothered right now because it's bloody hard to find something "GREEK" looking. And supposedly not everyone has been informed of the change in theme, so our theme might just as well be free and easy or as you like it or something like that, since everyone's going to look different anyway. Anyway, I realised I'm going to have to walk very carefully to not fall down and sit erm relateively demurely because of the skirt... Oh well. Oh!!! And there was this annoying woman at the changing room. Okay, must first introduce the characters, woman in dressing room, henceforth known as A, woman behind my mother and I in the queue, henceforth known as B, and Salesgirls C and D.

A was in the dressing room, trying on 1 piece of clothing. She calls for salesgirl C, to help her get the other size. Now B starts making a fuss, "She has to requeue for another fitting! I don't care! It's on the sign!"

Salesgirl C, feeling a bit lost, asks salesgirl D to come and help. Salesgirl D comes and explains to B that actually A wanted both sizes L and M, but since only L was available at that time, they asked her to try it first and they would get the other size for her later. But nooooooo B keeps going on and on about how she has to requeue for her next fitting. And she sticks her finger in the salesgirl's face, waggling it saying, "I recognise your face! If you let her try that, I'm going to complain to your manager!"

The salesgirl of course, lets her try the blouse, so irate B runs off to the cashier to get a piece of paper and pen, then comes back huffing and puffing, finger still waggling in her face, "I'm going to complain to the manager! What's your name?!"

Ignoring salesgirl D's attempts at explaining, she does the finger waggle again, and says, "I don't care! I'm going to take your name down!"

And in the meantime attempts to get my mum to agree with her point of view. I of course am in some corner trying not to make my eye rolling so obvious. Then at the cashier, she pesters the cashier wanting to know where the manager's office was.

DOINK. U-G-L-Y AUNTIE!!! -rolls eyes- I was so disgusted by her, and felt so bad for the poor sales people. Sometimes it's not what you look like that defines you, but what you do. Instantly, she seemed much more repulsive than she would when she shut her mouth. Which is why stupid people shouldn't talk. It makes them look bad. And sound bad too.

Okay I'm ranting, and done ranting for the moment.

Oh yar, I cut my hair! It's much shorter now I think, still tie-able, but I'm not supposed to tie so often le, and it sticks out more? But it's supposed to be messy, messy and in style? Sort of like that... And I think the hairdresser semihates me, because I'm unopinionated, all I want is for it to be shorter. So my mum sits there making decisions for me. I've been molly coddled! XD Hehz, okie, nvm.