Oopsy!

Today, unfortunately, I've been a bit scatterbrained. I'm not sure why... maybe other things are playing on my mind...

It started out innocently enough... I went to meet a friend for coffee at 10am. When I got to Gloria Jeans in Camden, right on 10, she wasn't there, so since I needed something in the newsagency, which is next door, I sent her a message saying I'd be a few minutes late, and went in to find my display book refills. It took me a bit longer than I thought it would, (because I couldn't find what I needed...) but I knew that didn't matter - my friend was a bit late for me last time! When I got back to GJ's, I was surprised that she wasn't waiting for me. So I pulled out my phone to give her a call, and saw on my phone "message sending failed". How annoying. So I rang her, and started babbling on about how I was late and I'd tried to message her and blah blah blah, when she said "I thought we arranged it for next week... I'm at work right now!" so you can imagine how blonde I felt then. Oh well. :P 

I then had a bit of time to spare before dropping by another friend's place, so I thought I'd go to the shopping centre 10 mins up the road to get the things I needed at a different newsagency. Fine. I got that out of the way, and walked past a shop with some clothes on sale. I took five or six items into the change room, and was standing there in a long, flowing, teal-coloured skirt wondering why on earth the size 8 was so huge on me. Well... this was my second blonde moment in an hour. It turned out that I hadn't seen the '1' beside the '8', and was standing there in a size 18. It was never going to fit. In fact, Meaghan and I could have both fitted in it. I wondered if the woman behind the counter knew that that skirt (the only one of its kind in the shop) was a size 18, and if she thought I was weird for taking it off the rack. It was a nice skirt, and well-priced too... but it was going to need excessive alterations if I was ever going to wear it. So I left it there.  Oh well. :P

Then, when I was nearly at my friend's place, I got a call to say they were 15 minutes away. That was cool, it's a hilly area, so I went and practised my hill-starts in our new manual car. All was going well, and I was practising in what I call "sets". (I do one "set" per hill. It just means that I don't sit there and rev the guts out of the car in front of one house all the time, when I've done three or four hill-starts in one place, I go and find another hill and give some different houses a turn of watching/listening to me. :P ) So it was going fairly well... it's a little bit hard without someone there to give constructive criticism, but I was doing okay. That is, until my last set. For some reason, I all of a sudden got really bad at hill-starts. I just couldn't work out why. And then I smelt a horrible, horrible smell. So, I put the car into 1st gear. Then I thought to myself "WHAT did I just DO??? I put the car into 1st... that means I've been trying to do my hill starts in 3rd gear... oh dear..." so yeah. That was my third blonde moment in two hours. I was glad for the hug when I got to my friend's house.