Shopping for Morning

I never knew that I know SO little about morning suits!!

I remember studying men's suit styles years ago, but never even thought of coordination of those items.

I am buying a set of formal suits, (tux, tail, Edward, frock... What are you trying to pull ?!?) and, deary me, there are so many things that go with them, like, frock coat jacket may take laydown collar shirt with normal tie, but tail has to take wing collar shirt with Ascot.

And bow ties have to go with them silly tummyband. WHY??

And striped trousers are not formally allowed?? We are NOT attending a royal wedding, for c's sakes. Can we take a striped trousers and a tailcoat WITH a waistcoat, WITH a bow tie?

How about a tailcoat with a waist coat AND a wing collared shirt WITHOUT pleats and with a cravat?

Is any personal shopper out there? I am so bloody lost!

Hey, man, I am NOT buying your shoes, I can't even buy a desent pair for meself, how on io I will pick a pair for you?

History Classes

Oh, yeah, I scored so bad in those. Now I have to study a whole new set just so I can catch up what mates are saying.

Oh, yeah, it's fascinating to know why the stone henge was built. Nonetheless, I never wanted to know, now I know why. It's bloody boring.

I know why, mate, the true reason I never scored with you, the prehistoric man,

that is all because all down to the fact that I don't actually buy you existed.

History is a big fat fiction to me.

Sure, it must have fragments of truth to it, but how much though?

I don't want to use up my precious and barely-there brain cells for learning something might, or might jot have happened.

Ohh, all right, maybe I am just mumbling away from studying.

God, I wish I was studying Phytophthora infestans. (I miss you, Dr Shattock...)

Good News

This mail I was waiting for days finally came on Thu, and am all ecstatic. We are now talking dresses. Then Hannah dumps her boyfriend (in the same day.) Life is complicated.

This sunday has been lazy and non-eventful and my throat hurts a little. I am writing my script, and wondering what he is doing.

I do, though, always wonder what people are doing on Sundays, as I hardly ever have anything to do on Sundays and am deadly bored.

There are so many thing I wonder, like;

why I can't fit into my New Look dress sized 10 (I am sure it is size 8, or it makes no sense.)
why my fish are so fat though I don't feed them,

why I don't like Jim.

why I want ice cream when I'm ill.

Good luck on exams, people.

Damn the Law

Ever since I heard someone say that midnight shopping is fun, since there is no kiddies running around and you can pretty much do the kiddie run by yourself on/off the trolley, I've been wanting to do that 's soon as I get my car going.

It was indeed fun, though I did wish I was not on my own, looking like a telephone operator off duty, AND bumping into one of my ex dates.

The only thing pissed me off, ever so slightly, was that I went there a little TOO late for booze shopping (as everyone knows we can't have it after 11pm, no matter how badly we want it, OR even if you were only shopping for weekend parties), and now have to go back anyway for reasonably early hours for my monthly supply of liquids.

Guess I have fairly healthy friends who wouldn't go shopping after hours and find themselves not being able to purchace drinks.

Though, come to think of it, I have friends who taught me when is the earliest time you can get them from shop.

Well, I am a night owl and some people are earely sippers.

Shallow Grave Digging

I absolutely don't mean to.

Sometimes you can't help but meeting some people with OBVIOUS faults. Like, being extremely overweight, or having VERY visible skin conditions, or have bad depression.

I have no strong feelings against these things and I don't pick friends on the basis of these conditions.

After all, I have many a these such faults and THEY accept me for who I am. Even if I can clearly noticed these I never seemed consciously saw these things.

That is all very well.

Then after a while, I realize that I do actually have got some problems with these thing, DEEP DOWN.

It never surfaces, and I never say anything or take actions to mock these things. What happens is, after they dump me (not just boyfriends, friends dump me, too.) I feel like so;

"I accepted you despite these things, and now you are ditching me??"

That is the moment I feel so cold and sad about myself. I hate being so shallow, and would be shocked to realize that I was potentially narrow minded and snob all along.

Am I really shallow, or the ill feeling of getting dumped bring these hostility...?

It is particularly bad when I fall in love with someone. Like, being in love with someone with mental illness, like I did, will bring so much ill feelings after things go hideously wrong.

"I took you in despite of you being loon and all, now you are using that as an excuse to threat my life???"

OH, dear, I felt bad saying that.

I mean, knowingly letting myself in these situations was all my fault, and if I wouldn't like that I could have stayed away instead of pretending to be OK about it, till something got out of control.

Which truly is shallower;

not talking to someone because he has psoriasis all over his body,
or kissing his lesions and tell him he is beautiful, till he turns to you and tells you to bog off?

I am all HOT

Just been to the beer festival, and I got pretty nice tan all over. My skin is piping still. Only had 3 drinks (OH, why nobody told me for 2 years that the beer fest is actually the ale fest???) and got massive headache, so came back, leaving all the mates behind.

I must wonder that I actually got sicky because I was sitting in the sun for too long. Or, was it the first pint of ale I've ever had??

I know it's a lame thing to say, but I only do lager. Can't do ale.

Hey, all these guys who called me sissy for not drinking pints, I am doing that now and not gonna proceed to do ale, that is asking too much, man.

When I was growing up, ale was strictly for old men and geeks. And then we have a beer fest, or an ale fest, or whatever in order to appreciate the real ale in the country, EVERYONE comes out and drink ale?

Very funny.

Well, they did sell nice pork with pig's name on display. I'd go there again for the pork and these angus beef bups.

Have It All In Your Way Then

I now have ponds, and even these pretty red fish in them. I have all kinds of geraniums and thymes, let alone hybrid-Ts. I have robins visiting my garden and dance around the fish. Even my bitch is all calm and quiet due to the post-op condition. I've left the job I hated, thanks to that bitch boss, and it is the best weather outside.

I have a massive crush on someone. We have a beer festival in TESCO. I bought my first ever hipster. I have a MAROON5 CD. I have the entire works of Cole Porter. I am sleeping well. I got to see Lee and Rob last night. My fridge is filled with Carlsberg.

Human beings never stop wanting more, OK, so, what could I ask for more??

Please don't dump me today, it is just too much of a waste of a perfect day.