The second most horrible thing: shopping with (two) insane women. I had to try on at lest 50 item of clothing just to make them happy. I hate, and I repeat, I hate trying on clothes. Especially if the shop smells funny, and I mean... not the kind of smell of new clothes, but...
Well, there are smells like the smell of a new car and so on, and the shop smelled kind of like that. And my stomach gets upset at the smell of new cars... and smells like that. So I nearly threw up a few times, and still I hat to try on some ridiculous stuff.

I got a skirt (warmer than the usual) long and black, a warm, soft, black pullover, a green handbag (I hate handbags, but what the hell, my aunt wanted to buy me one anyway, I had to chose one.) a few really, really nice shirts (The you may invite me for a coke... - more to come about these...) and... a coat.
I just couldn't say no. And when I was allowed to go and buy myself a drink, everything was closed. I wanted to murder these... ignorants tyrants.

Well, as compensation we sat outside on a terrace, drank fruit juice and talked about... clothing... bahh. After that we went and visited the Dali exhibition, where I bought a few bookmarks for my (step)cousin and me. Then I got home and had to try on my new clothes to parade around so they can congratualte themselves of how lucky I was to have them.
Then I wanted to sleep but I was kicked out of the room when a relative phoned them on skype, and when I went back they were yelling into the mic so they can talk...

And when I could have slept, some friends of my relatives came over, and I was dragged off to talk with the pretty pink clothed blonde girls... because we got to have a girl party.
There I had to listen to their woes of nail polish issues, what hair color would look best, who slept whith whom and who's boyfriend, and... high heelend shoes. I really, really felt out of my element and would have gladly run out of the world. I hate pink, I hate blondes (artificial, that is, because they are the stooopid ones), and I could feel my IQ descending on long steps down to reach theirs. Yuck. Yucky yuck.

Then I had to try on the new shirts/blouses and show them around. Trust me, I felt really bad then. I mean... my own uncle looked at me like any other man when i wear those blouese. And one of the blonde girls said, it's not just a coke they may invite me to, but a full course meal. Still, I really don't think I had to show *that* to my unlce.

Well, once they left I felt better and celebrated it with 4 hours of reading. My IQ felt better too.
And then... then I went to sleep! <3