something interesting is bound to happen.

Epiphany.

Shopping is like masturbating: once you’ve done it & gotten what you want out of it, the idea of window-shopping at home (you know, fashion porn) barely crosses your mind, and when it does, you disgustingly think “Oh god, THAT is what I’ve been looking at?” That is until the next day when your goldfish memory kicks in, and you’re jonesin for a fix. But at least masturbating is free.

I want this…..so damn bad.

The colors, the length, the style, everything about it is perfect….except the price.

Arrived.

I love seeing a free sample offer online, ordering it, and being surprised when it arrives, as it usually takes so long that I forgot I even asked for it. Today I got Murad’s new Sleep Reform Serum that’s supposed to “improve collagen production by 62%” and “stimulate collagen-building cells by 78%.” And it came at a perfect time, as my skin’s been looking pretty lackluster lately, which I’m thinking is because I ran out of exfoliator & haven’t gotten around to buying more. So I’ll try this for the next couple nights (which I think that’s all this little tube will last), and see how it works. And look for a new exfoliator, too.

I was told I looked like her today by a crazy man at CVS.

I already knew this :]

I love wearing my boyfriend’s clothes, especially his t-shirts and boxers.

Also, Atlanta streets are not for the weak of bladder. Have a few drinks and ride around for half an hour and you’ll see what I mean.

Lastly, I’m going to seriously injure my local mail person if my bag isn’t in my possession by tomorrow. Err, today. Saturday. Tracking said a notice was left at 3pm, and they’d try to redeliver. That’s crap, because our lazy mail guy wasn’t here until AFTER 6pm. I wonder if complaining to the higher-ups will help?

When I’m walking down a not-very-short length of carpeted floor, I sometimes get the strange urge to burst into spontaneous cartwheels. Sometimes I just get giddy with the thought and keep walking, but other times I try, fail halfway through, and end up with a headache. And just sometimes, I keep trying anyway.

It’s kind of uncanny how BOTH of the packages I’m expecting (the one with the clothes and the one with the bag) pretty much refuse to be tracked. The one has been at the same status for two days now, and the other refuses to even let me see it. Damn the shipping industry. Damn it to hell: I want my stuff.

Can't Stop

So I pretty much spent the entire day online looking for THE perfect tote bag to replace my bulky, uncomfortable backpack since I barely use any of my books in class, I’m getting a locker Wednesday, and it’s a holy bitch to lug the pack and my giant shoulder bag up and down twenty blocks and on and off public transit. My perfect tote had to have pockets and lots of them, since I’m basically using it to replace pack & bag (which holds everything but the kitchen sink). It had to be big, at least 15 inches wide and long, with a few inches of depth. And it had to be somewhat simple, since I plan on covering it with buttons, patches, and any other embellishments I think of later. After hours rummaging through Amazon, etsy, and eBay, I finally found it: the cutest tote with the most function for the best price.

If this bag is even close to as amazing as it seems, I’m going to be officially in love with Rootote, an Australia-based company that specialized in incredibly functional and unique tote bags for just about any purpose. I found my little gem on eBay from banban19 for only $6.99. If you want it at this price, you better hurry as there’s only a few left, or you’ll have to shell out the dough for the full price here.

What’s so special about this bag? Well for one, it meets all my needs, and I absolutely love the idea of all the pockets. There’s a hidden zip pocket on the outside, and three pockets on the inside the things I hate digging around for: phone, keys, and cigarettes. The colors are perfect; I love natural hues, especially brown and blue together. I even love the text. It translates roughly to (correct me if I’m wrong) ‘hope to fly of its own wings.’ And nine is one of my favorite numbers.

If just my little gushing about this thing has your interest, I suggest checking out the Rootote website where you can see all the different styles and all the neat features. You can find even more of their bags on eBay, YesStyle.com, or just by Googling ‘Rootote’.

Now on to the purchase I made last Thursday that I’m quite happy with, too. I hurried up and snagged the Bowie shirt from Forever 21 that I’ve been wanting for a few weeks (seriously, right after I paid for my stuff, it was listed as ‘sold out’). While I was there, I took advantage of some serious sales and got this green hooded sweater jacket adjective adjective that I’d seen before in a store & liked and a simple black cardigan, something I’ve been wanting to get. All of this for only $42 before shipping & taxes.

Now I’ll spend the next few days compulsively checking and rechecking the status of my orders in eager anticipation of their arrivals. Please please please let me love them then as much as I do right now.

“ Everything looks better in black and white.

— sodajerk.