I forgot something yesterday, I forgot to tell you of one more of my shopping experiences ...

I tried on this one dress in Miranda, which now that I think about it was this lilac colour which is kind of similar to the colour of the background to the navigation bar in the diaryland member's area ... hmmm ...

Anyway, the dress was gorgeous and made me look so skinny ... loved that dress. But it had this two layer thing going and on the inner layer, the stitching was crap and it made it bunch up a tiny bit around my hips ...

So me and my sister-in-law are like simultaneously going "...Damn!" because otherwise I looked perfect in it. And of course the sales assistant wandered over to put in her two cents ...

"Wow, that looks really good!"

*crazy looks*

"No, no the stitching is horrible..."

"No, it's nice, it gives her some shape!"

I'm so over lying sales assistant whores. I've spent the last year losing weight at an almost scary rate and now she thinks I should buy a dress that gives me more shape?!

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law has made me promise I'll stay away from black because it now makes me look "far too skinny"! How cool is that!

Y'know, I always used to think about being skinnier when I was younger ... and people were always like "It makes no difference whether you're thin or not, you can be just as happy either way...."

And that is so not true. I am miles more happier here (...was that even a sentence?) - I mean, I'm practically prancing around half the time now ...

But happiness is a state of mind, and although getting skinny was a way of reaching that state for me it really shouldn't be. If you can teach yourself not to care about society's preconceptions then you can be happy either way...

Meanwhile, I am starting to fall under very heavy formal stress. Isn't it funny how I can breeze through the HSC with not so much as a scratch on me, and now that it's time for the formal I find myself bursting into tears at spontaneous intervals simply because I can't decide whether I want wavy buffy hair or straight buffy hair...

And of course there's the whole getting of the hair/makeup/and nails done. As in, I can't seem to locate one place in the eastern suburbs of Sydney that does all of these things ... is that so much to ask? One stop for all my beautifying needs? If you work for or know of a place that does this in the required location, please email me about it, and stop me from having multiple panic attacks.

I'm-cold-I'm-cold-it's-so-damn-cold ... this weather is being utterly ridiculous. They say it's the second worst storm in memory but it's spring for heaven's sakes, I mean re-ally ... it just could have had better timing, is all....

Rain, rain, go away
Come again
In about six months ...

Anyway, if I have to wear a coat to the formal, I'm going to be quite peeved, is all.... That was a funny way of putting it, wasn't it? Kind of English-y. I was going to say "pissed" but I thought, no, that's a bit too American... it's weird how I'm always adopting the language (if not the accent) of other cultures. I mean, I rarely speak in Australian slang. Fuckin' oath.

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