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jeezuz christ, it's +4 degrees C today, not a cloud in the sky, and i'm as miserable as shit. what the fuck. well, i went shopping again, and it did buoy my spirits temporarily. i had been spurned from buying a shirt marked down to 9.99 at a chain store last weekend. they "technically" couldn't sell the shirt to me since it had an "old" security tag that they couldn't remove...fuckers...and it was the only one...maybe i could go to their other locations? maybe they could blow me? - but i *did* go to a different store, and they had LOADS of these shirts, now marked down to a piddly $3.50. AND it came in blue. so i bought three. one in red, one in blue, and one for socks - since she had found the shirt in the first place, and had really wanted it for herself, but was not a size "L" lardass like me. so i got her a size "M" (for "Mnot a lardass").

i also bought a guy's sweater - yes, the cardinal sin of which i am trying to absolve myself - that actually didn't look like a sack on me. it was $10 (i had been eyeing it at the other -loser - location for $20). AND i bought me a pair of dark dark denim bootcut jeans - WITH STRETCH (santa maria....*sign of the cross*) in a slightly larger size than the other - loser - location had. for $30.

what is particularly frightening about this purchase is the name of the jean style - "princess" UGHGHGHGHGGGHGH. if ever there was NOT a princess, or princess-jean-wearing girl, it is me.

but i've been cavorting around in these bootcutty slimmer pants all week, and today i went out into the world wearing my favorite widelegs and the aforementioned boysweater. the bootcuts have infected me with their propoganda! i looked at myself in the mirror, previously cute, boyish, bubbly, and all i saw was "stout. frumpy. baggy." i couldn't figure out what shoes to wear, since i knew my boots looked weird with these pants (though i've been wearing them all winter since necessity has dictated) so i picked some stylin' athleticky sneakers, rather than my usual skater shoes, since they are falling apart. i figured that there would be lots of slushy wetness on the ground, too, which wouldn't help the skater shoes' case.

i left the house (but not after hoisting the pants up a tad with a belt) and noticed that the cuffs of the pants were moving around just a tad too much. like, way too much. like flying. in a very weird, annoying, and possibly unattractive way.

note to self: never wear any other shoe with baggy pants with saggy cuffs - *and let them sag* - than skater shoes, whose wide girth will mop up the sloppiness and make it look endearingly acceptable. silly, silly you.

i also refused to do my new hair ritual of blowdrying and curling (flipping, really) my 'do. without this added attention, and fine balance of hair products, i tend to...rock the mullet.

goddamn, i am.

i'm also weighted down with the incredible burden of a huge research thingy that i have barely touched, and the fact that i haven't seen my advisor since it was categorically FALL, and i'll look like a real chump knocking on his door. and yet, if i don't pull this shit off, i won't graduate.

YAYYYYYYYY.

fuck this shit, man, i'm going to go home and put on some eye makeup.