Well, today I celebrate New Year, mainly because I did things which were more suitable for such a festival (i.e. clearing out my wardrobe so that it no longer looks like a war-zone). All right, so I slept till three in the afternoon. I’m still a teenager; I’m entitled to be nocturnal, aren’t I?
On another note, I’ve had a rather ditzy week, preparing for camp and then realizing that it wasn’t this week, but next week! Holidays create ditzes, or so I feel. And when February comes, I’ll have been on holiday for two and a half months. That’s a long time of not doing anything.
Writer’s block has got me bad. I can’t seem to write a single thing unless it’s blog-ish in style and very very modern. It’s not exactly auspicious for a person who’s attempting to write a historical novel set in the twelfth century. Last week, I just didn’t bother, and took a really big break. I should restart later tonight, and just churn out some paragraphs, no matter how bad. I can always delete and rewrite them later. That’s the beauty of writing on a computer instead of paper. Editing becomes a lot less messy.
So, lately, I’ve become interested in fashion, of all things. Not that I think it’s a bad thing, because shopping is so much fun. I bought so many dresses and skirts, and a few jackets. I now realize that I almost have more dresses/skirts than pants. Perhaps I’m becoming more feminine. Just last week, I bought two more dresses–winter ones. The first one is red, with a slight A-line skirt, textured cotton weave and a roll neck. That was NZ$30. The second one is a turtleneck grey jersey dress with charcoal bamboo print on a lighter grey background, and an elasticized hem.. If it hadn’t been $10, I wouldn’t have bought it, but it was such a bargain that I couldn’t resist. Worn with a wide belt, black tights, and perhaps short boots or kitten heels, it would look pretty neat. I didn’t buy any pants (although I had been tempted by a rack of skinny jeans. I’ve never worn a pear before.) I have a lot of pants already (four pairs of jeans, two pairs of dress pants –black and brown–, a pair of thick army green pants, another pair of not very dressy black pants in a material which I can’t name, a pair of khaki pants, two pairs of –newly bought– black trackpants), even if most of them are for the winter, and some others don’t fit.
That’s why I cleaned up my wardrobe. You still can’t see the floor, but at least the stacks of clothing are not falling over and creating mountains. As I was cleaning out my clothes, I came to realize that my wardrobe has the stupidest design. Some of the shelves are hidden behind walls, and others are hidden behind the hanging clothes. It’s awfully dark, and I have to navigate through it with a torch. Most of my clothes I have forgotten about because they are always in the shadows, and I can’t see them. Going into my wardrobe is like venturing into a pyramid. You expect treasures, but you also expect traps and unpleasant things to leap out at you.
Current clothes: blue jeans with patches on the knees, white t-shirt with patterns on the neck. (I’m allowed to be boring once in a while.)
