I got lots of sleep last night, and that's all I've felt like doing today.

[changeling]

I'm all pink, but because I'm so goff, it's in little places. A small triangle on the tops of my feet (because I was wearing my big chunky, black sandals, under the misunderstanding that it was going to be warm today). A little pale pink bit along my ankles, because I was wearing a long black skirt. A thin triangle from the nape of my neck down my décolletage (which dictionary.com is trying to tell me is a neckline, when I've seen it used referring to what is revealed by a low neckline), because I was wearing my long jacket. ALL ACROSS MY FACE, because the sun is a bitch. This all reminds me why I never go out in the sun. Why couldn't I have been English?

The irony of all this was I was burnt because it was cold. Being the intelligent little cookie I am, I thought, "Gosh, being out in the sun in the middle of the day is a bad idea! I'd better stay in the shade!" But. Because it was too freaking cold, and the wind was blowing the whole damn time, it was either be burnt or suffer hypothermia, and I'm not a one for delayed pleasures (viz., not being burnt/getting skin cancer). Stupid Australian sun. At least I got some writing done. Still, it was only about 800 words, or so, in 3 1/2 hours. I don't know what's wrong with me. Or why I persist in attempting NaNo when I am patently not good at writing lots in a short space of time.

Sigh. In theory, the car's fixed today. If any of you need a car, and you happen to be in Melbourne (or thereabouts), go to some car place on Warrigal Road opposite some park, and ask for Pete, and say I sent you. I think it's about 671A, and is possibly called "Great Cars" or similar. It's next to a pottery place. And is right near a Bunnings Warehouse. And let's pretend I didn't just spell warehouse incorrectly twice.

The photographer yesterday referred to me as "a writer", which thrilled me to bits. However, my da didn't even get a copy of mX today, so I have no idea whether I look a fool, or indeed even if I'm in it. Ho hum.

Comments

[billradish.livejournal.com]

Why couldn't I have been English?

You can get sunburn through clouds, too. [/randomfactoid]

Don't try disagreeing with me. My most notable proof of this was in the second degree. *facepalm*

And let's pretend I didn't just spell warehouse incorrectly twice.

Can we also pretend like I didn't have to read through that twice, wondering why you were using a whorehouse as a landmark? ^^;

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I know. But! There's a huge ozone problem thingie over Australia. *nods sagely*

Whereas I spelt it "werehouse". And then had to look it up in dictionary.com.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

...considering that I'm occasionally (not consistantly, which is odd and a major bitch) sensitive enough to actually get a second degree sunburn through a heavy layer of clouds, this makes me nervous about someday visiting Australia. *stocks up on sunscreen!*

*giggles!* A house of were's. weaselbeast has one of those. *nods wisely*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

It's not that bad. Really. I just don't venture out, and so I'm more susceptible than I would otherwise be.

*nods* Well, precisely.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

I'm nocturnal. One could say I don't see much sun either. =P But I only glow a little on camera, honest... >_>

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I'm naturally nocturnal too. ^__^

[frzn-mmnt.livejournal.com]

I have one. And you're not in it unfortunately. I was a tad disappointed. I arranged the damn thing, you did it. It better be in there Monday.

People are coming over tomorrow if you want to. People being Nat and Jacinta. And also Sunday to. You are invited to both days. Anytime after two on Saturday, and whenever Chris says on Sunday.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Bastards! *growls at them*

See you there!

[burningskyfire.livejournal.com]

*sympathises* The Australian sun is very narky and harsh and being burnt is most definitely not good. I know the feeling all too well.
I suppose you know this, but keep the skin cool, drink lots and rest. *snugs*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Well. Could be worse. I've burnt the backs of my legs. V. difficult when I then have to go and work... on an office chair.

[dark-prophet.livejournal.com]

Aha! I mock you with my ever present cloud cover, near frosts, freewaing cold weather, prevalent winds off the North Sea, icy cold rains and...

I can't remember where I was going with this, now where are my tickets to the Cote d'Azure?

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I *like* cold weather. My whole wardrobe is centered around cold weather, dammit!

Besides, England isn't cold all the time, as I discovered to my dismay when I visited in around July or so.

[dark-prophet.livejournal.com]

Preaching to the choir - I'm a northern boy, and I need to make an announcement IT IS NOT ALWAYS FOGGY COLD AND RAINING HERE! Last Augusrt we had temperatures in the late 40's. "Green and pleasant land" remember, not freezing your arse off land.

Buuuuuuut about this time of year it will get cold - and dark. I love it.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was... but I underestimated the heat. >_<

I asked my dad, who's been to England, what to bring, clothing wise. "Think Melbourne spring," he said. So I packed t-shirts and trousers. And BOILED. I wandered around Bath with my corduroy pants rolled up above my knees.