*does more work*

Dang, I can't concentrate...

The style on this is *way* too snarky and lighthearted. I don't think it's dry enough... going to get major points off... but I just can't help it. I'm too silly. Therefore, I am doing stupid things like dating the page as "Due 4 September in the Year of Someone's Lord 2003". I'll have to take those out before I go back to school.

Oh, and am getting complained at again. Yay! Am official dumping ground for the relationship problems of several people, apparently. Which is odd, because I don't know what the smeg I'm talking about. Guy who is ranting at me rather reminds me of Ben at the moment, but I think it's just the writing style. Spelling not quite as off, but still very similar--same font, same rules for punctuation, same frequency of actions in ::s, same use/lack of use of apostrophes and capitalization, similar grammar. And a similar temperament, at times.

*analyzeanalyzeanalyze*

-Claudia

Shopping. Yay.

[/sarcasm]

Went to seven stores before found black jeans that fit. Turned out they were about eighty dollars each. So went to different mall and went to four stores, which ended up as three pairs of black pants, none of which are actually jeans. This is one of those times when I wish I were a guy. They were selling plain black solid freaking jeans for guys, but they didn't fit me. Weren't small enough.

*grumblegrumblegrumble* *kicks things*

*SULK*

Ah, well. Not-jean pants are nice enough. But it shouldn't be that hard to get black jeans. They're BASIC. But it's hard enough to find plain BLUE jeans these days, because they're fading/sandblasting/otherwise mutilating all the clothing 'cos that's apparently what the fashion is at the moment. Dammit, if I wanted clothes that looked old, I would wear bloody old clothing.

Maybe will go back and get guy's pants anyhow. Safety pins should make them fit.

-Claudia