Today I was in the car with Sacha and Erika, we were cruising towards the shopping centre (in search of stylish, low-price things)…and I was just appreciating from the back seat how exciting it is to drive around without parents. It feels somehow illegal in the best, most non-badass way possible. Speaking of driving, I now have my license – I passed yesterday and was absolutely shocked that I managed to get through the test without passing out from fear. My first and only solo drive was around town yesterday, and I felt hyper-aware of my panicked/ecstatic facial expressions as I approached the roundabouts and other P-plate drivers. It was awesome-scary.
After a solid four to five hours of trolling through the shops, I can confidently say that pastel pastel pastel and knit knit knit is EVERYWHERE and there is no escaping it. I of course bought a knitted jumper (it’s a sweater I guess most of you call them) after complaining most of the day about how EXPENSIVE they all were. Mine was $30, instead of $60 or $80 like most places, so that was a win. Okay, I’ll stop talking about clothes now. Oops. (Can you tell I have no shenanigans to tell you of?)
I just deleted a whole shenanigan paragraph because I’ve forgotten the name of an actor we heard on the radio. *Sigh*