sem break log: day 24

i'm feeling a bit oc today. and i don't mean the show.

i'm still obsessed with the commercial. enough said about that.

and because i will probably never get to own that perfect shirt, i just decided to splurge on my visit to sm this afternoon. my original intention was to look for a gift for karla (which i correctly predicted would not happen today) and to buy some stuff, mainly toiletries, to bring to the condo. while looking around for a possible gift, i passed by bench and saw a great pair of jeans and 2 shirts. which i compulsively bought. haha, i deserved those shirts. rewards for nothing.

sm north was unusually packed today, as if there was a sale but there wasn't (make sense?). while standing in line in the supermarket, the same message kept repeating over the pa: "all female packers, please proceed to counter blah blah." yes, i have a nasty mind.

my dad always said i was a bit of an impulsive buyer. i once came home from a sale with 5 pairs of pants (all still being used). guess i never should have learned to become a mallrat. this schoolyear started with my budding materialism, a newfound attraction to slim-fitting shirts, and a steady source of spendable money in the form of stipends. all of which contributed to my mallratting. and i still need new shoes.

note about the condo: i'm moving there tomorrow, and i still haven't fixed my stuff or anything. i don't even know if we have any extra beddings which fit my bed there. since my dad is away and i'm home alone right now, i really have no idea what else to bring aside from my clothes and toiletries. i need to buy some kind of storage, but i probably can't do so until my dad gets home. in late november.

and now we turn to the oc, and i do mean the show. the last scene of this week's episode is probably the most dramatic scene i've seen on tv (meaning it almost made my cry). yes, even more than the smallville-cemetery-rain-funeral scene, where clark and lana and chloe were all caught up in rain, tears, stares, and sighs. ryan leaving, marisa moving, seth sailing, kirsten sobbing, all to the background sounds of halleluia... *sighs* i first saw the scene last tuesday, and i was just getting out of my bathroom. i watched that whole part gripping to the doorframe, on the verge of tears. i might just be overdramatic, but it really happened like that. promise.

this entry is a classic example of babble, and i still have no gift or outfit.