Xmas and Xmas shopping and so on.

I went for Xmas shopping today. To buy my own presents. Worst experience ever. Well maybe not worse experience but worst xmas shopping ever for sure.

There was lots and lots of people everywhere, I don't know where all this people is usually, maybe they're hidden in basements or something and they only go out before xmas. I hate it when the streets are crowded, it makes me feel uncomfortable, weak and uneasy, it makes me feel almost as if I was naked (I said almost). I guess is the elbowing and the pushing and the fact that somehow people I don't know get to touch me, this happens to me in public transport (I guess that it is worse 'cause I hate it when people sits next to me if there are other seats available) or in elevators (gosh! I hate overcrowded elevators). So to feel better I just plug to my iPod (for this and to avoid xmas carols). That's what I did today play randomly whatever I have on my iPod, though it turned out that it decided that I was in mood for Sigur Rós, early Sigur Rós, which clearly I wasn't. I changed to Mando Diao, but still it kept playing the less rock'n'roll songs.

Actually there's another reason for the iPod usage, the fact is that I use to talk to myself. Out loud. Well actually muttering. In English. Yeah, I'm the insane girl who speaks in English while wandering through catalan streets. Great. I guess it's not what you would call normal... but still I need to do it. So the only way to look less weird when doing it is having my iPod on.

But actually the real topic of this post is xmas shopping. My f****ing xmas shopping. I hated it. There's nothing worse than having to buy your own presents. Seriously. Specially when you've to buy them because your family is like "if we buy them you're not gonna like them" WTF? I mean, they're supposed to see me every day. They should know what I like. Honestly how many of you could not thing about a single thing someone of its family would like? I even told them what I wanted, but still I had to go and buy the f****ing xmas presents. Finally I got them... it is so difficult to buy a sweater, a pair of globes and a cap?

Still at least I got to see a cute guy today, and believe me it's not so easy. It made me think that I'll never get a real boyfriend, just because the guys I like are the ones that pass by or that I know for so short that I don't really know if they're jerks or not. Which I guess that they mainly are. But the point is that I see a guy I think he's cute and BOOM he's gone. It's kinda funny actually.

Final point: I hate Xmas... have fun!