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I feel so girlish.. tee hee

I went to Chapters because I was sick of waiting for Waiting for Godot (shut up Jim. yes I realised I just said I was waiting for Godot) and Bob wanted me to check out Trade Paperbacks. So I went, in Bob's honour, and they didn't have Godot, and not only that, they didnt have the TP's either!! I was very disappointed. I could have ordered them, but I do not want to go through another debacle like this one.

Why should this make me feel girlish, you say?

Well, the answer is a simple one. After spending two hours in Chapters ( I did end up getting a book: Brightly Burning, Mercedes Lackey, which I have already read a couple times, and loved.) I decided to 'stop by' Winners.... And came out an hour later with a skirt, a tank top, and a white shirt. I am currently wearing/modeling (for myself) the skirt, and as a result, I feel girlish. Boo on Winners.

The walk there (and back, athough I was prepared the second time...) was an absolute Nightmare. For some reason, T.Bay has been getting unreasonaby warm weather for this season (+6C today, and the same is called for tomorrow) and as a result, all of our mountains of snow have started melting. Now, this warmth is great and all, but when mountains of snow start melting, you have a problem with half-melted ice, and puddles, and slush, and slushy-puddles that look like they may be solid but really, aren't.

So, I decide to wear runners on my walk because it's so warm, and I won't have to trek through snow. That was mistake number one. Actually, number two if you count trekking to Chapters at all. Then, I start walking, nearly slip a few times, whatever, I can deal with it. Then I get to one of the puddles. crap. See, the problem with these puddles, is that you cannot walk around them as a result of the 5 foot high mounds of snow on either side of the sidewalk. So I had to walk through it, well, I skirted the sides of it. That was mistake number three, I should have turned around then.

I get to the other side of the gigantic puddle and my socks are mildly wet, and Im cold. I keep walking, and then get to one of the slush-puddles that look solid -- guess what? I dont try to skirt the puddle. The result? Cold water poors into my shoes, onto my socks, I shriek and wobble-step the rest of the way out. That was mistake number four.

Mistake number five isn't really so much a mistake I made, as a poor lack of timing on a truck's part. By this time I am almost there, and am beginning to get used to the cold sogginess in my shoes. The next puddle I get to is hugantic, and not only that, the 5 foot high snow mountain on my right side (the side that is protecting me against cars) had melted. Actually, the mountain probably was the puddle. In any case, I sigh, and start muddling my way through it painfully (it was super cold!!) just as I get to the middle of the puddle, a truck speeds by, and executes a brilliant maneuver the likes of which have only been seen in Bridget Jones' 2. *SPLASH*

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

That was mistake number five.

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