bummedness.

it sucks to find out things indirectly through blogs. and it sucks to be screwed over. by people, by yourself. math, daisy, stanford book prize -- in random unchronological order. it really pours, doesn't it.

other things - shopping is good. today, orchard, soph&kel. far east level one has some amazing finds, i will get some hard cash and then do some buying. philosophy di alberta ferreti for a hundred bucks. fantasticness. but i bought something cheap instead for the moment - a really cute white tee with a drawing on it. i love tees with faces on them. pretty faces. i need to properly trawl level one sometime. am getting quite sick of generic topshop stuff. i have decided to narrow down fashion choices to either high end, quirky lowish end, or india. india includes both categories. overall, it ensures low likelihood of wearing things that are immediately identifiable as from a certain place, or that are possibly being worn by another person at the same time. like my stupid dorothy perkins top, which i really like but people see it and know where it's from, and i saw someone wearing it at the uwc show and it pissed me off. atleast i wasn't wearing it too.

so i need to shop. badly. i want a big funky tote bag sort of thing - apparently paul frank/paul smith etc have nice bags which i want to check out, i want a small colourful bag like the ones at nine west, i want (to a certain extent need) shoes, i want new jeans from miss sixty or fcuk, new trousers, new skirts, lots of new tops. i want one of those cool ribbons to wear as a belt. i want a ring, a pendant, mayybe earrings. but i haven't seen any earrings i like lately. am rather picky about earrings i think. gosh this paragraph sounds like HINTHINTHINT but don't worry, it's the stuff i expect my mom to buy, not friends. most of this stuff, anyway. just reminders to myself. i sent a message to myself today at level one, to take note of the shops i have to go back to. really funky stuff. and i think the layout's better than the annexe, it's got more space. i hate the annexe quite a bit. i should go to level one more often. it's fantastic on weekday afternoons, not crowded at all.

ok actually i'm apparently cast as Mother. i guess j2s really got the peripheral roles, but it's better than nothing.

my brother's bunking in my room tonight, because there's lizard shit or something equally absurd on his bed. he's fast asleep already, half-snoring. but atleast it means i can happily steal the comforter. ugh he's making wheezy sounds that are annoying.

randomly, i just realised that jennifer aniston's initials are the reverse of angelina jolie's. i've been reading ted casablanca and he has that annoying habit of initialising everything, and saying 'par-tick night' and 'hell-aye' and 'inwhysee' and stuff which is so mindblowingly irritating.

i waste too much time online. time to sleep!

i should stop blogging so much.