shopping, exhausting

Today:
I took off to do the shopping, but then upon reaching Covent Garden (close to Wow Retro), I realized that I had forgotten the Topshop shirt I meant to exchange. So back I went, costing an hour and 1.5 pounds for nothing. Picadilly line is closed on weekends which makes getting to Covent Garden a pain. Anyway, take two: Got there, explored wow retro, found a Indian collar blazer I liked but it was marginally too big (will ask mom whether alterations could solve the problem). Fairly expensive (for used clothing) too -- 35 pounds. But very Matrix-chic.

Then onto Topshop. Got there, got distracted by browsing, and finally made it over to get the shirt I wanted to exchange for (the S instead of XS), and then watched in horror as the guy in front of me, looked at the last shirt, grimaced, looked again, and decided to take it! The bastard! As he walked off, I saw that it was an S too.

So, rather than giving up, I decided to stalk him. The guy took forever...For almost an hour, I watched this indecisive indie-kid shop, idling quietly behind him a rack or two, aimlessly wandering in circles behind him. Had anyone noticed me, it would have been very wierd; I didn't really look at anything seriously, I just wandered staring at this random dude.

Finally, he went to the fitting room, and then I sat outside like a mother waiting for her five year old, except more anxious. Would he take the shirt or not? Eventually, after another eternity, he emerged and put the shirt down on the rack. I promptly jumped up, practically snatching the shirt from his hands, and ran off to do the exchange.

Also picked up a black shirt and a couple ties, one with small pink flowers and skinny red one.

Two days ago:
Daytime did some shopping. Only bought one shirt, but tried on lots of super-skinny jeans. Desperately needed advice (ooh, do these make my thighs look to big?), but so goes...Anyway, might come back with some ultra-tight jeans. We'll see.

Vaguely disappointing night spent traipsing around Southwark, a Baltimore-esque stretch of south bank London, in search of a squat party (illegal parties in abandoned warehouses etc.). Darkened streets, no lamps, got lost. Didn’t exactly have the greatest directions.

Also, Poland lost their first world cup game against Ecuador. A weak weak showing…