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I went to a drumming class last night (my first ever) and I think I broke a blood vessel because halfway through I got this squishy purple bump of blood right on the bottom of my knuckle. It kinda freaked me out, but soon I was bending my finger okay again and it's not as purple as it used to be, though it's pretty dark. That will last a while. My bruises always do.
I spent 20 quid on a shirt today and it doesn't have any sleeves, so I don't know when I'll be able to wear it. It occurs to me that this is average price, which makes me sad, because there's tons of cool clothes at horrendous prices. I'm still considering another 20 pound shirt that has only half a back and I keep thinking about this really cool jacket, but it's 55 pounds and it's not even a long one. There's also this rally cool shirt the likes of which I never see back home. 35 pounds. Otherwise known as $70. *head desk* I need a job. The fact that I keep sucking money out of my bank account without putting any in is making me nervous. Of course, this only gives me more incentive to be cheap with food (as if that were possible) and not to go see the new Bond film even though I really want to. 8.50 for that one. If only that number were in dollars. I used to consider that expensive. Now it sounds so cheap. *head desk again* I have these lovely plans for buying DVDs when I get home because cheap region 1s don't exist over here as far as I know (but genuinely cheap region 2s do), but now I'm between DVDs or cool clothes. And being in London and not getting cool clothes is a crime. Why am I still thinking about that $70 shirt?!
I spent 20 quid on a shirt today and it doesn't have any sleeves, so I don't know when I'll be able to wear it. It occurs to me that this is average price, which makes me sad, because there's tons of cool clothes at horrendous prices. I'm still considering another 20 pound shirt that has only half a back and I keep thinking about this really cool jacket, but it's 55 pounds and it's not even a long one. There's also this rally cool shirt the likes of which I never see back home. 35 pounds. Otherwise known as $70. *head desk* I need a job. The fact that I keep sucking money out of my bank account without putting any in is making me nervous. Of course, this only gives me more incentive to be cheap with food (as if that were possible) and not to go see the new Bond film even though I really want to. 8.50 for that one. If only that number were in dollars. I used to consider that expensive. Now it sounds so cheap. *head desk again* I have these lovely plans for buying DVDs when I get home because cheap region 1s don't exist over here as far as I know (but genuinely cheap region 2s do), but now I'm between DVDs or cool clothes. And being in London and not getting cool clothes is a crime. Why am I still thinking about that $70 shirt?!
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