weekend o' no work

it seems that i always get my inspiration to work at 9pm sunday night. then i get one hour of good work done...usually the most work i do all weekend. well, this weekend at least. but i have myself convinced that i deserved a weekend off. i also seem to have convinced myself that i needed a new sweater, purse and eyeshadow while at the mall for half an hour today. is it normal to spend that much money in so little time? maybe i should call the guinness book of world records. surely i've set some kind of amazing record...but i imagine that they'd send someone out here to watch me repeat my feat, and then they'd tell me that in fact i'm not the worlds best shopper, but have the worlds longest nose hairs. meh. i'd still be in the damn book.

i whipped out the tegan and sara cd whilst driving around today. i had forgotten how much i love the line, "i would go to jail with only boys, just to prove i was as tough as you". it's so good. too bad they would both rather go to jail with only girls. did i mention today that i love interpol? well, i do. thank you paul banks for giving me antics. if we ever meet, i'll take you on one of my amazing death-defying shopping trips. or show you my nosehairs. whichever you prefer.

random summary of events from the weekend:
i broke in my pointy shoes last night, and didn't fall on my face and die.
our waiter at supper looked like mark tewksbury.
the dollar store has toys called 'special can' and 'delicious fresh'. english must be their fourth language.
colin firth is sex on legs.
hugh grant is sex with a tan.
boys are officially shit.