The Most Happy Sell-Out

Well, I finally did it. Despite my ravings about the evils of wysiwyg web design, I have given in, and behold. The moment I set eyes on the design and functionality of Blogger, I was hooked. I think I’m in love. Tee-hee! There will be rampant blog evil-ness, since I am no longer in charge of hand-coding my own pages. The giggling is getting most rambunctious – on to other things. ;)

I’ve run across a bit of a snag in my travel plans. It is a ridiculous problem, as most of my problems are ridiculous, but I have to tell anyway: the shoes that I plan on bringing do not match any of the clothes that I have. They are big ol’ Columbia “hiking” shoes, and I could almost justify that they do not match anything because they are hiking shoes, after all, and big, dirt-sod-like colored ones (with blue shoelaces) at that, and therefore should have a charm of their own in being just as they are: ugly. BUT. I can’t. Because I am me, Ridiculous Giang, and I can’t let it go. I’ve really only got three choices:

A) Buying a whole new, very brown-based wardrobe. As if I’m not going to be conspicuous enough as it is, I might as well go and dress myself up like a giant brown puff-ball. And hey, if anything charges at me, I can just lay down and hope I blend in with the surroundings.

B) Buying new and exciting, all-purpose shoes. Perfect for my night on the town play-going in Stratford AND my intrepid hike-some foray into the Scottish highlands. They will be wonderfully cheap, astoundingly comfortable, and come with a set of tweezers and a toothpick lodged into the heels.

C) Packing more shoes. Because I’m not already tempted by my weak-willed-packing genes to throw my cat into my backpack, and what is another pair of shoes, anyway? I can bring my loafers, my flip-flops, the hiking boots, my high heels, my supermarket foam shoes, and my Asics. You just never know.

Ah, what to do, what to do.

In other news, in search of bottles to hold toiletries in (I couldn’t be normal and just buy little bottles either – everything must be an ordeal), I emptied out one of my Bath and Bodyworks body spray bottles into the bathroom sink, and now it smells like I murdered a coconut in there. I will admit nothing, and lie like the devil when they ask me who did it.

Happy Trails. :)