I had lunch at the student union today, I got the bus, ’cause I was being studenty (…and I found out my car has a flat tyre, with a nail in it). On my journey home I was stood at the bus stop, wearing my Russian hat, and my new purple hoodie, and the foot cramp shorts as well actually, anyway, a guy stood next to me gestures like he’s going to say something to me. So, in my mind I started thinking, ‘erm which is the next stop, where are we, where’s he going to ask me to direct him, which bus comes to this stop’…etc, all this for him to ask me:
“Is your hat waterproof? Like…how does it do in the rain?”
“It’s alright”, I said, “The water doesn’t really soak in much”.
“Oh right, I’ve always wondered about that, you know with hats, I usually wear waterproof things” He replied, in his sandals.
I was kind of baffled really. For some reason I carrying on talking to him about how waterproof my hat is, and in which kinds of rain it’s suitable, and how apt it is for wearing in Manchester, and sometimes I use it instead of a hood, and the corduroy seems water resistant so you don’t get a wet head, but the fur sometimes gets damp, it’s amazing how much you can big up a hat’s waterproof properties whilst waiting for the 143.
I wonder if he’ll get one…
Right, so…(do I always start my blogs like that? I’m not sure, I think I try not too)…annnyway got some money for christmas so thought I better spend it QUICK! (it was starting to burn a hole in my pocket -and my minnnnnd!). Came back to manchester after a great christmas with my family, and an awesome new year too -1920′s eat your heart out. My costume was the tits!
The sky was mental bright that night, it was like white and orange at the same time. Will and I were like it’s so totally going to snow yah, and we were so right. There’s about a bajillion inches. O RLY?
YA RLY!!
Well about 6? Or something? About a cocks worth? I duno. Being the numpty I am, I obviously didn’t pack my wellies, and I couldn’t drive to my house and get them cause my car was an igloo. Decided to go shopping anyway, armed with my ski jacket and now overly popular russian furry hat (I so bought mine last year, I can’t really claim I wore it first, I’m pretty sure that was the Russians…sneaky Russians). Erm yeah…so….SHOPPING.
Esprit let me down, pastel colours SRSLY?, don’t you know I’m like your best customer and pastels aren’t in my colour chart!?! No purchases there then. Republic did me proud but only the new stock, got some awesome checked shorts (to go with my ugg boots), and a slurple purple hoodie (cause it’s so cold), I wuvs them! Surfed a few other shops, and thought I’d try USC cause I still had £60 of me spends. Found the most nom firetrap tshirt (probs my best buy), and another one in the sale which I had my eye on yonks ago, the one I had previously seen was black but this one was red, bingo! as it complied with my new wardrobe rules = MORE COLOUR! Then I ran out of money. Damn.
Oh I just remembered why I wrote this blog…I was gonna tell you a story about how the shorts in Repulic were on a really high clothes rail and I got cramp in my foot trying to reach up to get them down. I was gonna rant about how they must only want 6ft 2 girls to buy these shorts, but I fucked the system! In your face Republic! I’m 5ft 5!
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