I’ll tell you for why May 8, 2008

Today….uuuuhhhh today.

Exam….well…the questions were fine and I think I’d revised enough (time will tell) but what a kerfuffle. I got in and sat down, being told to fill in a pink slip. I had no idea what this slip was for or what it even contained and just as I went to look at it after being seated about 20 seconds I got told to get up and leave. This was due to the fire alarm going off. It was like Sir Sod was standing there and laughing at me with his lawthat governs most situations. We were congregated outside for 45 minutes before finally being allowed to go back in. This exam followed with no further incidents.

I went up the FPs after ‘cos she was going up the Arena..and I also wanted to, to buy some clothing items. We had such a good time shopping. As with anytime we go clothes shopping together, we use Gok Wan’s phrases and advice as to how to dress ourselves. Going along each item of clothing the FP would say “This isn’t working for me, I’ll tell you for why” and proceeding to do so. We decided to go to Shoe Express as it is closing down, and it’s buy one get one free. No wonder. I’ll tell you for why…..the shoes left in there are awful. The FP found a particularly dashing pair, calling them Mrs Pepperpot shoes. They really were.

She then tried on some granny pack sandals. Her feet are rancid though so I believe she contaminated them. A lot.

Also found, in Next, was Affaf…in clothing form. This outfit simply screamed Affaf. It would’ve been perfect for him.

He’s the cutest thing ever.

On returning to Next, I decided to get some jeans. I found some really lovely ones, looking at the size 14 which seemed too big for me. The FP told me that seeing as I had lost nearly 2 stones since starting Uni that I would well fit into a size 12 jean. I told her if I didn’t I would feel like a fat fanny. I tried them on just now. I feel like a fat fanny. She looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked and looked for some clothes to wear to a communion on Saturday. In the end she ended up with a black skirt, very very similar to the one she usually borrows off me anyway. I bought a really nice top, it’s lovely. I will try it on in a moment.

I must say there was a lovelywoman in Next, who noticed money was sticking out of the FP’s back pocket. She kindly told her, to which the FP thanked her wholeheartedly.

The FP still needs to find a top to wear to said communion. Even after 29858976 hoursin the shops she found nothing. Despite this, it was a Gok-tastic shopping event.

I’ve developed a shake in my right hand. I think it’s a nerve. Also, my Prince Caspian book came today….I have to say though….I’m getting a tiny tinybit Prince Caspianed out…there’s so much out there….Prince Caspian overload.

I’m going to do a small bit of revision now I think. Or should I take a break? I don’t know. It’s become apparent that whenever I am in exam time, I get extremely ditzy, my brain seems to forget how to undertake normal tasks whilst it fills up with dates, theories and names. My poor brain. I might just have a rest. I’ll tell you for why. I am tired.