on sunday headed out with dad to miranda but was meant to go with mum as well but she felt sick so its just the daddy-daughter duo for today.

anwyay in the morning i was shivering in church (per usual, that place is fucking cold) and dad was all like 'why dont you buy warm clothes wtf' and i was like 'then you buy it for me'- like. jokingly. i didnt think he'd be all like 'okay we're going miranda anyway'

so yeah went into myer looking for winter coats and trackies.

the trackies are a result of mum stealing all mine and then dad thinking its dumb to wear skinnies to swimming (which it is because do you know how hard it is to wriggle into skinnies when your legs are kind of damp? but alas! all i have are tights or shorts and the latter is not weather appropriate, and the former inappropriate unless i have a shirt that covers my ass. which i dont have a lot of)

anyway trust my dad to know what to get me, shopping with him is like a weird nightmare where i dont know whether i should be laughing my ass off or crying out of sadness LOL he dragged me to the like. tweens section.

like we were still on the kids floor and shit and omg i was all like 'dad im not that young' and then he's all like 'you just turned 16, look sizes 8-16'

NO DAD. THATS KIDS SIZING OKAY IM NOT A KID ANYMORE. IM NOT WEARING THAT WHAT HOW WOULD I EVEN FIT IN THAT NO.

yeah. something like that. he kept choosing out really really kid looking stuff (like obviously kids, like it had little flowers and bumblebees and butterflies) and i was like 'wat' the entire time until i dragged him away.

then we went rebel for trackies and again didnt get anything there because i can't justify spending 30-40 bucks on trackies that i'm gonna wear like what. at home, supermarket and perhaps swimming. and they weren't even that pretty!

so i was just like 'ok you know what i'm going to go look around myself and if i find something and need you to buy it for me i'll call you'

and he was like '...ok'

which i felt kinda bad for but seriously i can't shop with him HAHAHAHAHHAA oh well he got to go look at all his laptops and shit anyway.

turns out all/most sales are gone already so i didnt end up getting anything :( :( :( and i looked at all these coats and shit and omg i found the perfect one at myer- size 14 fuck you.

it was on sale too asdgthjkl;

oh but just to have a mini rant on buying coats:

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO EXPENSIVE? okay sure you're warm as fuck but DAMN so expensive! and why do some of you have such ugly buttons asdfgh like sure i can replace them if i'm that bothered but JUST WHY. and why're you so not flattering? LIKE REAAAAALLY unflattering? im talking to you thick wooly coats, not the trenches! you make me look so frumpy and i feel all bulky and no.

so the checklist for my coat is:

- pretty buttons

- ends 3-4 inches below my ass

- flatters my (non existent) curves

- warm

-..decently priced ty

yeah im never gonna find one am i ._.

well anyway dad's still determined (♥) on finding a coat and trackies so looks like we might go dfo this coming week eaheoaheoaehaoehaoehaoheoehaoe yeee man

monday was boring, slept until 12 and when i woke up i was like '...what am i doing up so early wtf' and then i looked at the time. ma bad.

....tbh i dont really remember what i did on monday LOL