{..::Topic::..}: Bras are still EVIL

Another day in the saga of bra vs me.

A little sleep deprived this morning, I absentmindly grabbed my broken bra and put it on. Don't ask me why I didn't stop myself because I can't really recall why I thought it would be fine. I'd worn it broken before on the weekend and nothing. I mean it poofed out a bit but nothing major. Whatevever. I guess I just figured this bra would be better than another one I had been wearing where the straps constantly fell off my shoulders, meaning I had to readjust the straps about every few minutes or wear the bra that upset the liver region.

Carrying on, I'm leaving the hospital after school to go grocery shopping and I feel a sharp pain on the chest. It's almost like something has fallen down the bra and just being uncomfortable. Any ways I'm not about to check it out until I'm away from public eyes. I get in the car and feel the underwire and low and behold the broken wire has punctured through the fabric and was stabbing me. Don't really know how long that had been going on though. I never noticed anything all day until the moment I left the hospital. But man did that hurt. I had to keep pulling the cup and wire away from the breast because of the pain.

Luckily for me, the BraBar was on the way home (actually in hindsight, unluckily for me). So I go, mind you I'm dragging my butt there because I just know I'm going to be selling my soul to afford a new bra. Any ways, I go in and cross my fingers that I can get in and get out with the same bra I'd bought in the fall. Well wouldn't you know they didn't have my size and it would take another 2-4 weeks until a new one could come. GRR! I tried to say I'd wait those weeks, but my mother looked at me like I was on some sort of strong drug and said no. Where did she get off telling me no? My boobs my body, right? Any ways it was two against one and I lost. I was willing to wear the bra with the falling straps or the bra that cut hurt the liver after a few hours of use, but I lost.

Back to square one. I was forced into trying on a bra, which was why I was dreading the store (ok that was my second reason). I only had to try on one bra, luckily. The sales lady pissed me off a little though. She was going on how I've gone up in cup size and I quote "you know we call change so much in a time like 6 months, I mean we did just finish winter, and we all tend to put on a little something during those times because we're not as active as the other seasons." I was flabbergasted. I wanted to turn to her and say "no, I'm actually more in shape, thanks." I just couldn't believe she said that to me. Every bra is different and you can actually have different sizes of cups and everything, just depending on the manufacturer, but still to incinuate that maybe I ate more and wasn't as active in the winter as in other times, pissed me right off.

Still wearing my painful bra, I decide to go grocery shopping. By the time I got home I was in major pain. Not only was the bra killing me, but my liver felt it wasn't getting enough attention. I was actually doubled over in pain in the middle of the store. It's been a long time since I had pain that horrific. It passed after a few minutes but it really hurt, it's still tender now (which I attribute to the motrin wearing off). Any ways, when I got home, I finally took off that horrid boulder holder and the wire in the bra had actually puntured me and drew blood. So now I have a breast that has a cut (and a few more I suspect that didn't draw blood). It's not very nice.

So in conclusion and $150 later, I've decided bras are evil - and so is that worker, mwhahaha! I think this new bra actually has gold somewhere hidden because at that price that's the only reason I can justify it. Last time I went I spent 30 dollars more and got not one, but two bras, two!! I never imagined that fatty tissue could ever cost that much. But I digress....

Well it's already the weekend. Yay for sleep, but boo because so much to be done, grr!

I just finished watching the news and was surprised to see something. Students actually signing up and decided to boycott any CanadInns bars in respect to those that have been killed by pathologies related to bouncers. So sad that this happened but at least they're doing something. Hopefully it turns out good. I've really been into the whole bar scene, but thought this was something that needed to be done. So sad though. Seriously these guys beat up a guy and the guy dies and they're let out on bail. Worse of all they actually were out partying days later at the bars, regardless that they're not supposed to be (of at least one of the guys were). Just horrible. I didn't even realize this more recent one had occurred but it's horrible. So good for those people organizing this boycott!

So no extra comps this week. I'm officially screwed. Looks like I have 3 weeks to get all my comps, which will not happen. I guess I'll just have to be one of the students at our site that won't be able to work. Granted I never really wanted to do that because it means for one week we'll be working for 12 days straight with no break and only get paid for two days. It's nuts. At least the tests are becoming less and less, which is almost a disservice now because we're all slacking off horribly. None of us have actually started to write our papers (although we all vowed we'd be done before the test, some of us claimed they'll be finished by the end of christmas break...hah! those people cracked me up when they said that). But yeah, I'm screwed. I was telling that to my clinical instructor and she was like "well just push a little more." Grr, what kind of help is that?!?! Where did I go wrong? Oh right, the moment I filled out the application form to the college LOL.

Well I guess that is all, I do have to go and do some studying. Loooong weekend of studying ahead for me.

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{..::current..mood::..} grumpy and doomed
{..::currently..reading::..} any one of my many textbooks
{..::currently..watching::..} I just watched "O Brother Where art thou"
{..::currently..listening::..} nothing
{..::useless.fact.of.the.day::..} More icecream is bought on Sunday than any other day of the week.
{..::alias.quote.of.the.day::..} Sydney: Well, go ahead and raid my closet.
Francie: Thanks... but I've got boobs.
{..::BONUS..alias.quote.of.the.day::..} McKenas Cole: [To Sydney] Now, I know I'm not the subtlest guy when it comes to women and I probably said something insanely inappropriate, because you told me if I ever talked to you again, you'd break my kneecaps. Which just made me love you.
{..::roswell.quote.of.the.day::..} Alex: OK, I want some answers, all right? Because first of all, there are rumors going around that last week you were shot here in the cafe. And then at the crash festival you (motions to Maria) were seemingly run over by a car, but then you weren't. And everytime I walk up to you two, you go silent or make up some ridiculous story about Czechoslovakia, which is a country that has not existed for 10 years. So I want the truth, and I want it now.
Liz: Alex, the reason that we keep on changing the subject is...
Maria: Cramps. We have cramps, Alex.
Liz: Yeah, and we didn't even want to talk about it in front of you because we thought it would make you feel really uncomfortable.
Maria: But if you want really want to know, we can tell you.
Liz: In really excruciating detail.
Alex: No. I'm eating.

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