Life In New Shoes

My last two posts have consisted of "this isn't productive, why aren't I more insightful?" And, in all honesty, I'm still not feeling very meaningful. I feel average. Just the same as all the other teenagers who are preparing for exams. Today, I revised for biology, cell structure and function. Depending on the questions that come up, I'll either pass, or pass well, on that paper. The next couple of days will be revision for ecology, genetic variation, and animal structure function. There is nothing particularly exciting about biology, or exams, or revision. Not wanting to spend the whole day stuck at home with my good friend biology, I caught a ride into town with my brother, and met a friend. The same friend I met yesterday. Yesterday we were with another friend of ours, and today we met one of his friends who I have met a few times. Both friends said at some point, in response to something I said, "Damn, we should hang out more often." I think I agree. Despite my friend making innappropriate comments a few times, considering he is dating one of my good friends, I have enjoyed hanging about there. His innappropriate-ness brings me to shoes. Yes, shoes. We were browsing shops to pass the time, and I saw some shoes I liked. I tried them on, and they are quite fantastic, and he offered to buy them for me. Free shoes? Great! Friend's boyfriend buying me shoes? Not a chance in Hell. I told him that he can't do that, and bought them myself. Another pair of shoes I'll hardly ever get a chance to wear, but shoes make every, average, girl happy. These shoes might even make good ball shoes in year 13.
The past few days also held hints of forts with overly ginger orgies and cookie dough, a work mate becoming a dildo-testing, wine taster, living in Amsterdam and commuting to Paris, and maybe even a little strip poker. Yes, they are all interesting stories, but I'm going to continue watching Happy Feet and feeling sorry for Mumble now. :)