The Horror

Today I had to go and buy myself a dressy shirt. AKA The Ultimate Horror. Without my mum. I am traumatised. I hate shopping for clothes! Oh, sure, I like pretty clothes, as much as any other girl. But I cannot shop for it. I always go with mum, who knows my limits (that is about an hour - then I start fidgeting). Awful. Doesn't help at all that I'm a classical example of an unpretty person. I wear size 40, which is just above *twitches fingers* average, and a little below the big sizes. >___< Damn.

Hm... naturally, since I will not have much time/opportunity to draw next week, inspiration is flowing madly. >___< And since skiing allows quite a bit of time for pondering plotbunnies (the lifts can be sloooooow) I will return with head full of ideas and sketches.

Naturally, a week after I return there is an essay to be submitted. Which means, that nothing will get done. Sometimes, I could just shoot myself.

And just to top everything, sensei anounced that 1. we will need to learn the names of throws, locks and holds in Japanese. Which means a shitload of the likes of 'Katsuki Katami' 'Ou Soto Gari' to remember. 2. today was a fine day to bruise your back. And not just ordinary falling, noooo. The grab-the-hem-of-his-gi-kick-up-with-both-legs-and-fall-flat kind.

Ouchie.