I stopped by the mall after work today to buy some new dress clothes. It took an hour to get from Lexmark to the mall, which was ridiculous but then again it was rush hour. I received a very nice surprise in Express when I found some jeans on sale for $10, but beyond that I fit perfectly into a size 6. I don’t know if I’ve worn a size 6 in pants since sixth grade. Then at Wet Seal I found some dress pants in a size medium that fit me, and when I tried on a pair of khakis in A&F, a size 10 was huge on me. I’m used to wearing a size 10! I’m very psyched about this.

While walking into Sears, I got leered at by some sleazy-looking Hispanic guy. I don’t even look that good today, either: I’m just wearing a turtleneck and jeans from work. Ugh. If I’m going to be so obviously ogled, why can’t it be from some hot guy? Makes me want Scott back just so the guy wouldn’t have been so blatant, although of course I want him back anyway… At least I haven’t been crying or really upset today. I went into Hollister and A&F, though, and both of them remind me of how he smells, so that was saddening.