Casie hates shopping.

Friday, December 10, 2010
11:35pm

This morning I "slept in" until 9:00, got up, had coffee, and got to work on my Spanish paper by 9:30. I worked on it pretty steadily until noon, when it was completed. That's not to say it's finished; some editing needs to happen, but it is a complete paper now. After writing, I went to the Rec. I find that I become extra dedicated to fitness during finals week, because all the sitting around in a state of hyper-concentration really creates a need in me to go and unleash some physical energy. I did giant sets for upper body, abs... always abs, squats, and this thing with dumbbells where you step up on a bench with one leg and lift the opposite leg behind you for glutes. That all took a little over half an hour. Came home, ate, worked on laundry, showered, and realized John was home. He came home early today with a migraine. So I gave him a hot rag for his face and got him some medicine before going into the living room to start working on my paper for Tania, which I haven't touched in about four days since I've given priority to my paper for Tuninetti. Working on her paper involved revising my introduction so far and not much else. Went to Joe's Happy Hour class at Healthworks and worked out for another hour. Came home, changed clothes, and then went with John to meet Joe, his dad, and stepmom for dinner. It was nice to meet them; they seem like really nice people. Joe ordered shark, so I tasted that for the first time tonight. After dinner, John and I were going to go grocery shopping, but then I remembered he'd told me Old Navy was having a buy one get one free sweater sale, and since my arms have gotten large enough that I can no longer jam them into my sleeves, I really needed to buy some. You know, growth doesn't bother me. It's the need to spend time, effort and money seeking new clothing that drives me nuts. I also tried to buy some new pants while there to complete an outfit. For years, like... 5.... I wore the same size at Old Navy. 0. That was it. I could buy them almost without trying them on. Then I got older, started taking birth control, got more serious about lifting... and due to a variety of factors began to put on some weight, actually, not weight so much as just general size. I think I've gained a solid seven pounds throughout college, and that's not enough to bump me up two pants sizes. However, I cannot squash my thighs into most of my pants anymore. Sometimes, if there's really nothing else clean, I do have to resort to wearing my old clothes. John helps me get into them by grabbing the waist of the pants, pulling so hard as to lift me off the ground, and bouncing me in the air a few times until gravity takes over and I fall into them by force. >:( So I went to the size 2 and didn't mind. Tonight I tried on a size 2, could barely zip them, and knew that as soon as I washed them that would be the end of that. Erggg... of course, there was no size 4. The 6 fit my thighs but was baggy in the butt and all around my calves. I got in a really bad mood. Anyway, I wound up buying three sweaters and a button up. I need all new button ups now, too, as once I button myself in... if I'm driving, I feel like the back's gonna rip off and like I can't move my arms to steer the damn car. >:( Again, I realllllyyyy don't mind my new, larger size. I'm even happy with it. I just don't have all the time, money, or inclination to take on the task of replacing this. Shopping for me is not fun. I don't like it. I think it's stupid. It makes my back hurt, drains my energy, and it makes my hair all staticky and greasy from taking so many tops on and off. Anyway, after Old Navy we went to Target. I wanted to get a pair of boots so that I could at least wear my new tops. I am totally not a materialistic person. As an example, I wear three rings, ever and always... my engagement ring, an Irish ring I FOUND IN THE STREET one day, and a cross ring that some bizarre and lovely girl at church once insisted I take by shoving it on my finger. But all I have are summer shoes, and I can't very well wear them at this time of year. So I wanted some boots. Well, Target didn't have any, and I was in just such a mood that that tripped my trigger. John found me, we left, and I began crying in the car. I always feel like I look like a jackass. I was happy with my new tops and figured boots would be easy to find, so when they weren't, I sort of lost my mind a little bit. It's just... every long-sleeved top I've worn this year has been too small. I was looking forward to wearing something that fit. I know some girls like shopping, but to those men out there who think we all love it... I think it's more accurate to say we spend so much time not because we like it... we just want to look like assholes. I wish we all just wore ripped jeans and flannels all the time. Erg...
Anyway. I hate shopping. That's established. I do have some new tops, though, and I'm glad. I will find the shoes eventually. (Speaking of shoes... do you know I would prefer to wear my men's Timberline boots every day during the winter? They are sturdy, so I don't worry about slipping in ice. After five years, they're still waterproof... no snow problems. Why is it unacceptable for me to wear those? Why should I wear boots with dangerous little heels on them instead? I think I should change my major and join the geology department... they dress more sensibly.)
Anyway, it's getting late. I want to see if I can finish revising my introduction and maybe get another page in for Tania before I go to sleep. Erg. Erg. Erg. (And I'm not talking about indoor rowing.)