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Today we went shopping. I got some nice pretty lightweight trousers in blue and pink pastel shades (yes, you are permitted to be sick now, especially if you've been eating too many jelly beans), a denim skirt and a flowery skirt, and some more hair clips to replace the ones that I lost on the LARP weekend.
I also completely freaked out in the New Look changing rooms and my mother had to calm me down sitting by the shoes. Y'see, to start with they had this annoying misleading tagline on their wall that said 'take in 5 items - or else' and I could see that it was just being silly because people were taking in items in twos and threes and the attendants were asking how many you had, but I still had to go and get more things to try on because I couldn't bring myself to walk in without five items because of it. Then they had this wonderful system where you got a tag with a room number on and that was your changing room, except someone was *in* my changing room, so I had to just take another one, and then someone tried to come into my changing room because it was theirs and they thought I'd just been lazy but it was the person who'd taken mine, or maybe someone down the chain a while, and I tried to explain to them but they weren't convinced. And then I discovered that nothing I'd taken in fit properly and I needed smaller sizes (I needed a size *10* in things. ick. am a stick insect.), and that was the last straw, and I almost started to cry, but I didn't actually start to cry until I tried to talk.
I do not like clothes shopping. More to the point, I can't take any kind of hassle when I'm clothes shopping. I just go to pieces. Aagh. I hate being reminded that I can't cope with things that normal people can just take in their stride. It's demoralising. I recovered fairly quickly and everything else went fine, but I'm still annoyed about falling to pieces over nothing in particular.
This morning (yes, I am working in reverse chronological order) I meant to go to the gym. I didn't go to the gym, because The Great Never-Be-Honest-On-Form Saga rumbles on. (And my dad feels that I should have ticked the box because it was true, but it should have been easier to get the doctors to say 'yes, this stuff isn't relevant'.) It's been practically a month now, it's just been that I've either been ill or busy over weekends and not going to the gym most of the time. My parents had a rant at the doctors for doing nothing, but because it's Easter weekend everywhere's all closed-ish anyway. (Went to Chelmsford Library whilst in Chelmsford, which was also closed. More late fines. Bah.)
Yesterday we did a lot of 'churchy stuff'. There's an annual 'walk of witness' on Good Friday in our town; we go every year and moan about how if even a quarter of the Christians in Braintree actually turned out the whole thing would be much more impressive. The turnout this year was even more dismal than usual; there can't have been a hundred people there, and there's over a hundred people in our church alone. It was all quite disheartening, especially because the majority hair colour was grey and the hymns were ancient. Yay for confirming people's worst prejudices about Christianity.
We also went for a 2-hr walk after which I was pretty much wiped out, which made me decide that I'm quite terminally unfit. Bah. I went for a walk on Thursday, too, but only for about an hour. Technically I'm still ill, I think, so maybe I shouldn't be quite so worried.
I'm not quite sure what I did Monday through Wednesday. I think there was considerable quantities of feeling sorry for myself, not-doing-maths, and feeling guilty for not doing the kiddie holiday thingamy at the church due to having a cold, which I felt was kind of self-exacerbated even if not entirely self-inflicted due to the LARP weekend. I never did finish writing that up, but I think I got the flavour of it across, and I don't think more than one or two people were interested anyway.
I also completely freaked out in the New Look changing rooms and my mother had to calm me down sitting by the shoes. Y'see, to start with they had this annoying misleading tagline on their wall that said 'take in 5 items - or else' and I could see that it was just being silly because people were taking in items in twos and threes and the attendants were asking how many you had, but I still had to go and get more things to try on because I couldn't bring myself to walk in without five items because of it. Then they had this wonderful system where you got a tag with a room number on and that was your changing room, except someone was *in* my changing room, so I had to just take another one, and then someone tried to come into my changing room because it was theirs and they thought I'd just been lazy but it was the person who'd taken mine, or maybe someone down the chain a while, and I tried to explain to them but they weren't convinced. And then I discovered that nothing I'd taken in fit properly and I needed smaller sizes (I needed a size *10* in things. ick. am a stick insect.), and that was the last straw, and I almost started to cry, but I didn't actually start to cry until I tried to talk.
I do not like clothes shopping. More to the point, I can't take any kind of hassle when I'm clothes shopping. I just go to pieces. Aagh. I hate being reminded that I can't cope with things that normal people can just take in their stride. It's demoralising. I recovered fairly quickly and everything else went fine, but I'm still annoyed about falling to pieces over nothing in particular.
This morning (yes, I am working in reverse chronological order) I meant to go to the gym. I didn't go to the gym, because The Great Never-Be-Honest-On-Form Saga rumbles on. (And my dad feels that I should have ticked the box because it was true, but it should have been easier to get the doctors to say 'yes, this stuff isn't relevant'.) It's been practically a month now, it's just been that I've either been ill or busy over weekends and not going to the gym most of the time. My parents had a rant at the doctors for doing nothing, but because it's Easter weekend everywhere's all closed-ish anyway. (Went to Chelmsford Library whilst in Chelmsford, which was also closed. More late fines. Bah.)
Yesterday we did a lot of 'churchy stuff'. There's an annual 'walk of witness' on Good Friday in our town; we go every year and moan about how if even a quarter of the Christians in Braintree actually turned out the whole thing would be much more impressive. The turnout this year was even more dismal than usual; there can't have been a hundred people there, and there's over a hundred people in our church alone. It was all quite disheartening, especially because the majority hair colour was grey and the hymns were ancient. Yay for confirming people's worst prejudices about Christianity.
We also went for a 2-hr walk after which I was pretty much wiped out, which made me decide that I'm quite terminally unfit. Bah. I went for a walk on Thursday, too, but only for about an hour. Technically I'm still ill, I think, so maybe I shouldn't be quite so worried.
I'm not quite sure what I did Monday through Wednesday. I think there was considerable quantities of feeling sorry for myself, not-doing-maths, and feeling guilty for not doing the kiddie holiday thingamy at the church due to having a cold, which I felt was kind of self-exacerbated even if not entirely self-inflicted due to the LARP weekend. I never did finish writing that up, but I think I got the flavour of it across, and I don't think more than one or two people were interested anyway.
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Date: 2003-04-19 10:06 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-04-19 10:12 am (UTC)From:Hmmmmm
Date: 2003-04-19 10:46 am (UTC)From:I hate middle territory.
when i was younger i always used to have Library books overdue so my mum would just phone up and renew them (does it work like that outside london) could you save you self money and time by phoning the Library and re newing them??
Im sorry there was a poor turn out at the church thing but maybe that was ment to be (whatever that meens). And i think you would really like this friend of mine whos name im not going to say right now. But he is a highly respected (well in london) goth and a stroung christian. Witch i though was pretty cool.
On a personal note i dont like gyms. they are full of people who stare and take the piss out of me :(.
Have a nice day.
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Date: 2003-04-19 12:06 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-04-20 10:21 am (UTC)From:Whats the prob
Date: 2003-04-20 12:04 pm (UTC)From:but then thats my entire approch to shopping. comfortable and cheep.
Re: Whats the prob
Date: 2003-04-21 04:41 am (UTC)From:Re: Whats the prob
Date: 2003-04-21 08:26 am (UTC)From:Fair enough.
And im pretty sure that soem of that underwhare is pretty un comfortable.
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Date: 2003-04-21 06:52 am (UTC)From:Yep
Date: 2003-04-21 08:28 am (UTC)From:Same here my mum knows whats best. And a new bundle of socks and boxers are alwase a welcom gift ;-)
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Date: 2003-04-21 03:04 pm (UTC)From:Still, I suppose having no underwear would be even more embarressing.