The Urge to Shop

If anyone noticed, I don't have a job yet. That means no disposable income or any other income whatsoever. After this month, I am officially left to either going back to Belgium or living off of my savings. I'm aware of that fact. I'm also aware of the huge amount of fun stuff out there.

First of all, there's Sis' birthday coming up. I'm fairly sure there's several pieces of piercing jewelry she'd appreciate from my favorite website, and they had a sale on most of them today while I was reading a book and didn't notice. Then again, I'm trying to not spend oodles of money this month.

Secondly, there's books. I ordered the Hunger Games trilogy today because it was cheap. Then I remembered I want the Harry Potter series in English. Oh, and Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops. And a King James Bible. And a how-to guide on sexual bondage, just to see what happens when I place it inbetween titles like 'Jane Eyre' and 'Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' and one of Boyfriend's friends tries being intellectual. But yeah, I'm lacking funds.

Then there's clothing and accessories. There's several pairs and models of lovely glass hangers I want for my ears. And an awesome jacket I saw online. And some dresses, oh yes. A few tunic tops, maybe. And I bought underwear for quite a lot of money, simply because I don't want to run out of undies of that brand just yet. I'd also like a new pair of jeans, maybe even two, but I'm not sure any of that is a financially sound move. Well, I know the 130 euro, silver-dipped glass ear hangers aren't. Not unless I want to cut the remainder of my monthly budget by roughly 80%/

Next up is food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not denying myself food, but there's silly things I want and shouldn't buy. Like Ben en Jerry's ice cream, of Haagen Dasz. Both are expensive, fattening and have an 80% chance of giving me an evening spent on the toilet while my bowels try to crawl out through the nearest exit. Then there's the deal at Burger King with an extra big chicken burger that looks downright delicious, and the McFlurry of the season including Twix flavor, and the memory of KFC chicken being delectable. I won't get sick from them, but they won't help the twenty kilos too much I'm dragging around, either. The semi-healthy stuff I don't need, like garam masala spice mix and mango chutney and lemon curd, I'm just curious about. I have recipes that call for all and look delicious, but both Boyfriend and me are too picky eaters to risk buying it and then having the entire thing go to waste. There's kids starving in Africa, and our society throws out edible and often expensive food by the ton, which is shameful. That, and I already feel guilty and worried when I buy myself chocolate milk.

Then there's the downright silly, which I'm sorting under the nomer of 'home improvement'.

Like clothes hangers. We could use a few more of those. Not crappy plastic ones, but sturdy wooden ones that cost something and can carry a winter coat.

Or little doors for the bookshelf in the bedroom, so Boyfriend can store his clothes more comfortably without detracting from the bookgasmic bookscape I'm building around the cubbies his clothes (and the bedclothes) are taking up. They'd require a trip to IKEA, and some hmm-hawwing over which little doorsies to get.

And Boyfriend's getting a Wii. Because it was cheap and it's his money and he wants to do dirty, computer-nerdy things to it. He's foresaw my 'the console storage thing is covered in crap, where are you going to put it' argument, and reorganised half the living room until there was room. Last night, before I woke up. So, yeah, we're getting a Wii.

Then there's my dream of owning a food processor with some oomph behind it. We have a hand-cranked one, a stick blender we haven't used to far and my 15 euro blender if we ever decide we want to blend up soft fruit or chop a small amount of nuts. Large quantities without liquid tend to get blended very well at the bottom and not at all on the top. It also lacks any and all safety features you can imagine. There's several affordable, good models of food processor out there, but I can't really justify buying one just yet.

And to conclude this little trip into I-Wanna-Wanna-Wanna land, there's a treadmill. And all the things necessary to mount my laptop on it. The treadmill is fairly easy. There's secondhand ones to be had online for under one hundred euros, and new ones for under two-hundred. And I'm sure the internet has solutions for mounting laptops. But, yeah, I might need the money I spend on it later this year for other frivolous things. Like food. Or a job interview outfit.