We shall see. Today went pretty well, considering how bad the rest of the week was. I stayed at Mark’s last night, so he actually got up this morning for physics. I can be quite annoying in the morning lol. And I saw Theb, which is, as always, fantabulous! I managed to finish my stat homework during one of my breaks, which was hottastic, and I handed it in (along with my math assignment) on the way to econ. Can we say powerwalk?
My parents picked me up right after econ and we went into Sherwood Park to do grocery shopping and unmentionables shopping. Seriously, there are times I absolutely and positively hate being a girl. This was definitely one of them.
How hard is it to pick out a bra? Well let me tell you, it’s no picnic in the park. It took me half an hour to find three that actually fit me and that I WASN’T falling out of. It was a very painful half an hour. And I had to get a pink one because it was the only color left in the style that fit alright. PINK! I HATE pink with the burning passion of a thousand suns. And not just any pink, oh no. I could handle baby pink. I could handle ugly pastel pink. I could even handle that darker pink that you NEVER wear if you have red hair. But this, this I hate to look at. It’s hot, Barbie, oh-my-god pink. UGH! I was not a happy Mare. Not after trying on a dozen different bras. Not a happy Mare indeed.
And then the joyous event of grocery shopping! What fun! (OH, the sarcasm is almost painful.) And then home to put stuff away and start on laundry. Which I actually don’t mind at all.
I can’t say that I’m overly happy to be home. I mean, I like eating real food for a change, and it’s nice not to have to use a communal bathroom, and I do like seeing my parents once in a while, but I am rather tired of the constant bickering already. I’d really just rather stay in res if I’m going to have to be alternately bombarded with fighting and mollycoddling. Just not cool.
Anywho, I’m off to Bedforshire. Happy trails. And happy cookie-eating to Theb!
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I know what you mean about the bra shopping- Most uncomfortable. Our boobs get in the way of everything fun! (Like dancing! it's so uncomfortable being a girl who dances, for the above reasons...I guess dancing is uncomfortable for guys too but in a different way...anyway my point is, they get in the way of our enjoyment of sporting activities*shakes fist)
-Hope
Mollycoddling is what mothers do all the time with their constant I'm-still-your-mother-you-still-need-to-be-looked-after-ness. Or "overprotective and indulgent" if you prefer the dictionary definitiong.
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