This could be us, BUT SYDNEY WEATHER YOU PLAYING DIRTY.
It’s freaking freezing. It feels like minus 5 outside and I’m holed up in my bedroom literally dressed as a snowman. My thick ass sports trackies are tucked into my woolly socks which are conveniently worn to slide around the house. I’m wearing a thermal, full sleeves shirt, hoodie and everything is zipped to the top to conserve heat. My hair is out to conserve heat around my neck and my hood is up because I’m such a badass.
And yet I still smiled for the camera (Y)
Possibly the only good think that’s come out of today is the fact that my lips are nice and reddy pink which is favourable because one coat of lip balm and I’m good to go out. I like the natural look what can i say? 😉
It’s been an unproductive day. I tried to write my short story but have been failing and instead have done nothing but snapchat, go on Facebook, watch the 2009 – 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Shows (2011 was my favourite), try not to freeze to death, practice some music and of course drink countless cups of tea. A part of me thinks I should live in England with the amount of tea I drink.
Mum and dad went out to a friend’s house and bought back homemade apple and rhubarb pie which has probably been the other good think out of today.
dat pie cutting skill. Don’t judge. My fingers were a minute away from falling off.
Basically I’ve done nothing but watch videos and try not to freeze and do everything but work. YAY. But since it’s saturday, I’m going to stay up late and finish my bloody story before I demolish my mac in frustration. I can’t even.
Anyways, I’m going to cry over the fact that the creative section of my brain has vanished into some hole and won’t resurface. The cruel world.