It's weird how many random people you meet in your life that you remember. I went to visit a university last Tuesday. Hated it. But. On the way there, I asked this man and his daughter if they knew the way, and they were heading in the same direction, so they told me I could walk with them. That was nice. I got there, st down and waited for an hour for this stupid talk, and this nice girl sat down next to me and started chatting to me. Turned out she was the one I ended up sitting with in the talk. That was also nice. I realised after I left, that I didn't even know her name. But that was nice. I hope I still remember that when I'm eight -five or something.
I was remembering just a few minutes ago. That day when hecame and sat next to me at church. And complimented me. I felt like the most privileged person in the whole room. It was funny. I was on cloud nine the whole day. I hope we get to speak tomorrow. A proper one-to-one conversation. We haven't had one of those in a while. He's been busy, or I've been busy. And I never go up and speak to him. I let him come up to me. I hate approaching when he's in a big group. I don't want people getting ideas. I mean the ideas would be correct but I don't want anyone thinking I'm clingy or a flirt or anything. Cause I'm not.
I've really been getting back into my worship music recently. And it's got so much that sometimes, if secular music starts playing on my mp3 player, I look for some worship music to play. Don't get me wrong, I love secular music, but since I've been listening more to my worship music, secular music doesn't seem good enough.
I bought some new trousers on Tuesday. They were divine. I was window shopping. I had no cash to spend on clothes. I was on Oxford Street. And sales were on. Everywhere. So I went into Bershka. And Uniqlo. And Topshop. And Miss Selfridge. And H&M. I was fine. I was trying on everything and anything that looked nice, but since I knew I didn't really have money to spend, I was cool, and I wasn't really getting attached to anything. Then I tried on the trousers. Looked in the mirror. Rushed out of the changing room clutching the trousers. Went to the till, told them to reserve the trousers for me and asked them where the nearest cashpoint was. I was back in less than ten minutes. I bought them. Then I ran into BHS and changed into them in the toilets. That must have been positively the naughtiest thing I have ever done. Withdrawing cash I should not be spending to buy trousers I don't need. Now I'm short on cash for next month. But the trousers are awesome.
I love the program Gilmore Girls. I know it's over now, but I've been watching it on hallmark, and with these few episodes with Chad Michael Murray, you can't get any better than that. Anyway, I've been trying to get to bed early all this week, and it seeing as it's about eleven o'clock at night here, I'm not doing a very good job. So I'm gonna leave now.
CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY's face was hand crafted by God. Haha.
G. I. T.
xoxo
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Sounds like you have many interests, which keeps you from getting bored. I find that when I talk with a stranger, like when waiting for a store to open, and we happen to be there waiting, I meet some of the most interesting people, and get out of my own mind and its sometimes confusing conflicts, and emerge a more happier and enlightened person.
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I can understand how you feel about the trousers, knowing you will be short on cash because of the purchase. But, it was your choice and the trousers must have been worth it. I, too, am a Gilmore Girls fan. I still watch the reruns quite frequently.
Sometimes a gal just HAS to spend money she doesn't have, in order to buy some fabulous clothes. That's just the way it is! :-)