| amy edwards ( @ 2008-05-12 01:27:00 |
| Entry tags: | anorak, buying, complaints, insomnia, random shit |
busy
been busy all weekend. friends for dinner friday, out saturday, 21st birthday saturday night and spent the night at my mum's. sunday at mum's for mother's day. got home about 9.30pm. busy!
i've yet to catch up on a bunch of emails and stuff, but i decided to kick back and relax by ebaying some items i'm currently lusting after and can't afford.
worst luck, on of them IS on ebay, cheaper, but still out of my price range right now.
super warm looking green jacket.
it just looks SO warm. mmm...warm.
in winter, my life revolves around heat. which reminds me - i think i intend to buy a halogen heater. they are supposed to be super efficient. really heat up a room but low on power. anybody own one and find it good? yes? no? shut the hell up amy?
the other thing i want is sadly (or, maybe not so sadly, given i don't really NEED them yet and can't afford clothing splurges right now) not on ebay. and they're revoltingly expensive at the shop. new jeans! jeans don't hold up very well for me. well, maybe they do. i wear them literally every day and for pretty much every task - gardening, walking, dressing up to go out. the deal with a lot of shit and they give out early.
they live short, tortured little lives. there's a special spot in jean hell just waiting for me.
anyway, i found what appears to be the most perfect and flattering cut of jeans on me EVER (as much as i wear jeans, i know they don't do much for me look-wise. except!! except these ones DO. or would. whatever) but they're $99.
they'd have to be "wear for nice and not for the gardening" jeans only. i'd feel stupid just wearing out a $99 pair of jeans at the same rate as my $45 jeans. i thought jeans were made to last!
in conclusion: i've barely slept over the weekend and have no idea what i'm writing about.
we're out of those gluten free noodle snacks i love. and i'm hungry but they're all i want to eat.
my eyelids feel as though they're making a metal shovel scraping on concrete type sound on my eyeballs with each blink. perhaps time for bed.