Friday, 15 February 2008 | 7:27 pm

Shopoholic's guide to not shopping

Toss money problems, inordinate amounts of homework, hard-working friends and some good old-fashioned asian tight arsed-ness in a pan, pop it in the oven and what do you get? Most certainly not a pie.

When I'm at school I feel like shopping. When I'm in the city I really don't feel like shopping. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Maybe the aforementioned recipe is a recipe for fruitcakes 'cos it damn sure seems like I'm turning into one!

Enough on that. This morning was pretty fun, maybe I'll blog on that. I told my dad I was going to school by myself but I was in fact going to meet Tara and Ashley on the bus and go to Shoppo to pick up some free mascara. How's that for totally unrelated? Anyway, my dad caught me and stopped his car right in the middle of Station St to ask me where I thought I was going because school is the opposite direction.

OWNED.

He didn't actually care [or tell my mum, who is me, except worse], I think he knew me well enough to realise that I would show up at school later on in the day. Or maybe he's just waiting for the perfect opportunity to blackmail my arse. Who knows what goes on in the minds of parents?

After going to Shoppo, we headed back to Box Hill and had coffee whilst waiting for the train. At least, I had coffee. The other two just had hot chocolates. What pansies. You're not going to get addicted after one sip and how can you hate it if you've never tried it? BLEGH TO YOU! At least I didn't breathe my coffe breath on you, so don't ostracize me!

For the record, I'm sick of having my english analysed. Apparently I'm not concise and blabber on about random stuff that makes little to no sense. It's not my fault I have higher order thinking, it's your OWN FAULT for not being able to keep up with my [by far] superior brain.

And on that note I sign off.
-mel-