I've been a bad little blogger, but I just finished my final assignments so yayayay, time to spend the next 6 weeks doing as little as humanly possible and wasting as much electricity as possible through my portable heater.
The first day of Winter, and my birthday, has come and gone without much event. I can't say it was the best birthday ever, but I guess they never are if you plan anything step by step. I did lay foot in an adult store for the first time, though, and got a sweeeet pair of penis sunglasses. I was pretty angry that night, so I walked around and sat on the train with the glasses on glaring straight back at whoever dared do a double take at me.
I'm going away soon for like, a week, up to the Blue Mountains with a few mates and this editorial makes me feel incredibly keen. Scrabble on a furry rug, fireplaces, sweaters, bring it on. I cannot wait to get away, if only for a week, and if only 2 hours away.
One week into winter and I'm already feeling it. I am incredibly sick (again, what on earth) and I wake up every single morning shivering violently. My heater has become so over used that sometimes when I turn it on, it lets out this dying little cough and starts sputtering smoke. What I'm looking forward to this winter: living in sweaters, hot coffee and buying ugg boots.