Purchases

So I am pretty much ready for the heat thing to be over and done with. My magic feet are swelling so much it's becoming painful, so I know a rainfall is coming soon. Thank God, too, because I just can't handle this shit anymore.

Ironic, I know, seeing as how I'm leaving for India two weeks from tomorrow. India, where the air is mountain fresh and humidity is never a problem -- especially in August.

This morning, I went to the doctor to get my assorted medecines for the upcoming trip. I said I was there for malaria pills and she said, "Right. But I'm going to prescribe you stuff for diarrhea and vomiting, too, because you're pretty much bound to need them."

I laughed and said, "I know it's a risk, but hopefully I can avoid it."

And she sort of jerked her head up and said, "No. You can't, really. I was being very careful, but I puked for three solid days. I still don't know what did it to me. I think it's just the spices they use. I mean, the water is one thing -- you can be sure to avoid fresh fruits and vegetables. But the spices are not exactly created in sanitized conditions, and pretty much everything you eat has spices, so... yeah. I ate chapati and yogurt for the rest of my trip after that."

OK!

I also went to H&M to buy myself some fake-linen pants to move around town in while a-travelling. During the Southeast Asia Trio, I wore the same two pants throughout the trip, as they were pretty much the only thing my sweating body enjoyed having stick to it. I bought them at H&M, alongside a few 5-euro t-shirts that I threw away at the end of our travels. As I don't really have a lot of clothing, I prefer to just buy three shirts and two pants knowing they'll be pitched, that way I don't destroy any of the more durable things I own. Plus, word on the street is that women shouldn't look like skanky hos around India, so I thought I'd buy some shirts that cover my shoulders and breastesses.

Surprise of all surprises. I haven't been shopping since last December (no exageration), and I was positively overwhelmed by the awesomeness of H&M's t-shirt selection. They're long (refreshing change for us tall girls) and in great colors, and they cost 6 or 7 euros. I picked up a bunch - V-necks and normal necks - and then I threw in a sweater for this winter. My total came to 48 euros, which really felt like a lot to me, especially since I sincerely cannot remember the last time I bought myself new clothing without the presence of my mother. But damn if it's not cool having so much new clothing for that price.

So now I have a dilemna - I actually REALLY like most of the shirts I got. So I no longer want to wear them to India and pitch them. I want to incorporate them into my pathetic wardrobe permanently.

I'm thinking I'll go back to H&M and buy two more t-shirts (no sweater) and suck it up. Pay the 12 euros and make those my throaways. Everything is on sale. Everything is cheap. And that's how H&M just lures you right on in...