Dollar Fever

Sunburn successfully subdued to an extent; i took a bold step out today wearing just shorts, that's right shorts not aided by knee high socks or tights to camoflage my red battle paint but plain standard 'flash them pins' shorts. It was liberating to say the least. Sure, i still had some dashing red streaks to add some urrrrr 'colour' to my legs but i no longer wanted to be cooked by my futile attempts to cover my beach blunders up.

We went shopping in thousand oaks (for the second time, oh dear) and i purchased the best transformers shirt since my NY boutique buy of feb'08 (yes i know we are STILL in 2008 but y'know). Being in california seems to not only have liberated my sun-shy thighs but my wallet; me and Clare can't help but shop. I don't even like shopping yet the prospect of outlets and sales and Betsy Johnson boutiques is overwhelming.

I'm getting kind of pissed, however, with the money other people expect me to spend. Its funny how friendship crops up around dollar time. Yeah i saved a fair wad to come out to the USA, but no i'm not going to spend it on you. I'm not even sorry; just realistic. I'm a student, who holds down two jobs just to run her own car and have a life outside of the library. I can't buy you every American item you ever dreamed of, let alone fit it in my inadequate suitcase.

mmmm Anaheim tomorrow, so stoked i can't sleep!