Charity Shopping

To prove to you that I don't spend all my time on the internet doing absolutely nothing I figured I'd spend part of my day today writing a little blog post about how I spent last saturday. I have Red Hot Chili Peppers playing, still in pyjamas and the internet has yet to decided to crash: lets begin.
So my mum was feeling generous last weekend and decided to take me shopping around these local charity shops (shhh I like thrifting) the problem was she hadn't told me this until I walked into her car after waking up at my friends house and skipping outside in only pyjamas. This led to me hastily putting my jeans over the top of my pyjamas and converse in the back of the car. I'm smart like that. The fun of only just waking up didn't stop there though, oh no I also had forgotten to brush my teeth and had no tooth paste on me so we were forced to stop at a friend of my mum's house and use their tooth paste.
Over an hour after first setting out we ended up in charity-shop-central. I was primarily looking for any nice clothes I could find - a friend of mine had recently found an Arctic Monkeys tour shirt in a charity shop so I was hopeful - but this didn't really go to plan.
We walked away from the charity shops about four hours later (not all shopping you have to stop for a cup of tea at some point) with no clothes. I did have seven books, 2 CDs and 2 DVDs though...all for under twenty pounds so quit complaining!
It took a lot to force my mum into buying me the DVDs though because apparently Reservior Dogs and Paranormal Activity aren't exactly family friendly. My mum was more sceptical about buying Paranormal Activity than Reservior Dogs (even though she thought it was Trainspotting). Mostly because my excuse for buying Reservior Dogs was jumping up and down saying "But John Travolta, but John Travolta, but John Travolta". After getting home I realised that he was in Quentin Tarantino's other film Pulp Fiction. I'm smart like that.
That last paragraph makes very little sense, sorry.
 Anyho, upon getting home we met my godmother at the door. Both her and my mother then roped me into looking for prom dresses (urgh prom) at a near by vintage shop. I'd been in there a lot but it turns out that there's a hidden room at the back filled to the brim with a dress from every different era. It's insane.
Alas none of the dresses were close to what I wanted or suited converse (unless they were picking out terrible dresses for me to try on which looking back is rather likely). The only thing I tried on that I would actually consider going to prom in was the Led Zeppelin shirt I came in with. So after an hour or so of looking like a fool we finally leave the shop...with a checkered shirt...
I am a lumberjack now.

Thanks for reading.