I am really enjoying going shopping at the moment. Every clothing store I walk into is a magical wonderland full of Peter Pan collars and polka dots. Aahh. I wish I could spend my days frolicking amongst the clothes, drooling all over them until I get kicked out of the store. I know I allude to marrying my clothes a lot on this blog, but seriously, I would be happy to start a family with these bad boys. I've already bought the mustard dress with the remainder of the Dotti voucher that I won back in October, yet my brain is still screaming, "MORE! YOU MUST HAVE MORE!" at me. I am not insane.
Thank you for wishing me luck in my job hunting! I have another interview on Friday (to work as an usher at the Convention Centre) and a job trial for the jewellery store on Sunday. I would probably prefer to work as an usher, because that means seeing a lot of concerts for free, but really I would be happy with anything. Except prostitution. I move out of home in approximately 10 weeks (not that I'm counting), so I'll be needing the moneys to buy exciting things like washing machines and ironing boards. Yaaay. Bye!