Here's To Growing Up.

Today I decided to test the boundaries of my anxiety once again, in the form of shopping in the Penrith shopping mall alone. I do this occasionally because I don't want my anxiety to control my life forever.

I needed to buy some quality art paper and some new paint brushes. But while I was there I decided to do some Christmas shopping. But what do you buy for the people you hardly know? Family member's are the hardest to buy presents for.

I decided to browse the perfume section in Myers since the people in Perfume Empire were making me feel too awkward. Usually it's the employee's in Myers who make me uncomfortable, on account of them always thinking I'm shoplifting. Yes I dress like a punk, okay, that's established, but I do have money and I wouldn't be caught dead stealing from Myers. Like think of the street cred I would lose if that got out?

While I was browsing, one of Myers employees walked up to me and said "Hi, how are you? This is the new perfume called Lola, by Marc Jacobs." She handed me a card, I smelt it and replied "Um, it's...nice." What a complete lie. I thought it had an old lady smell. Then the employee said "So what, are you just looking for your Mom, are you?"

No, lady I'm nineteen years old and very capable of driving to the mall and navigating my way around by myself. Apparently when I go shopping by myself, I look like a lost kid.

I guess I really shouldn't have been crazily spraying all the tester perfumes and giggling like a loser.

Leggings: Pants?

What the heck is with retard glamour girls wearing leggings as pants?

Today I went to the St Marys shopping village. Upon my arrival I saw three girls getting out of a car. The one with the uggboots (don't even get me started on those) thought it was okay to give me a filthy as she flicked her hair. All three of the girls were wearing leggings.

Seriously it was gross. Those "pants" left nothing to the imagination and removed all traces of desire I could have held for the females. I mean I could see the crease of their buttcheeks for crying out loud. If the material was any thinner I could've told you if they had skiddies.

The legging was originally designed to be an UNDERgarment for MEN. They were marketed this way until the design companies realised that the people buying their product were infact female punks who would buy the leggings and dye them to be worn under skirts.

I for one thing that leggings are a fairly awesome fashion item when worn correctly i.e. under a skirt, dress or shorts. They should not be worn in replacement of pants. Seriously it would feel like you're wearing nothing at all. Maybe they like the breeze?

The way these girls were dressed...like what, am I supposed to think? Seeing everything is attractive? It accentuates your flat ass and matches the color of your eyes? Well all I have to say is "I think you look like a real twat wearing your underwear on the outside when you clearly are NOT a superhero."