i'm more of a sandals kind of girl

i had to get up at half six this morning
it was so early.

i complain too much.

so, Elly and i were in town after college - they finally sent a double decker bus, after an entire term of standing and squishing and leaving people behind, they finally sent a double decker. and she was looking for some new clothes and stuff, we were generally just mooching around our grotty town centre in hope of finding anything decent. and then she stops me and this is what happened.

Elly: hey, isn't that Jake*?
Me: yeah, it is.
we walk past, looking expectantly at him.
and he totally blanks us.

he 100% knew we were there, heard us, saw us, the whole package. and he just carried walking. Elly and i agreed that:

it's nice that we spent five years together and now you won't even acknowledge us in public.
what are you going to do about it though?
nothing.
that's what.

i also realised how few clothes/shoes i have recently. with all the snow turned into icy slush, each pair of shoes i've worn recently has turned out to be very... holey. my feet are always really cold, and when i get home, i realise they've been wet all day. so i'm stuck wearing trainers until i get some new ones. it's not that i don't like trainers. i just don't pull them off very well. i'm more of a sandals kind of girl. and it's just not warm or dry enough for those yet.
and i really need some new clothes. i've got to that stage where i just hate everything in my wardrobe, nothing's right, it's all old and dull and boring. i had to throw my favourite jumper away earlier because that also had a hole in it.

what do i do to my clothes?!
do i really treat them that badly?

i hate clothes shopping.
i always come back with stupid things.
it's a vicious circle.

xo

*i thought i best change the name, just in case. his name isn't actually Jake.