I said Brr! It's cold in here.

So there I am, 10:30 in the morning - unbeknownst to me I have accidentally bumped on the stove top with a pan sitting on it (but that was just a touch of well placed foreshadowing and doesn't actually fit with the story I am telling) - so like I said, there I was, 10:30 in the morning and I'm in my room, putting on one of my favourite op-shop dresses when I reach for something and Bam! Pow! Cartoon Bullet noises. The top three buttons comprising the breast region in it's vast entirety go flying off around the room. Literally ricocheting off the walls. While the irony of the moment was not lost on me (and irony never is because I am a hipster) I just could not laugh.

So what do I do?

I put on thigh high grey socks, high-waisted short-shorts and a blue checked singlet dress designed for midgets and I set forth into the world.

And yes, for the sake of the fire safety and cautionary tales I went into the kitchen to see a pan glowing red and realised that I had bumped the heat on and almost destroyed our only fry pan (the other being the size of a small plate) so quick as Flash Gordon in the sack (or so they say) I removed it from the heat and tossed it in the sink. Only to be driven into the corner by much hissing and spitting. (But fear not, it was just water and not the neighbours cat sitting in the sink and now singed of all it's fluffy grey fur.)

So I left a note for my housemates and ran for the train, because today I have concept art and I refuse to be late for concept art because it is the best course I have ever done, and it's only week two. (In fact concept art is so great that from now on it will be given capital letters. Concept Art. Looks better anyway) and so I dashed to the train, sans home-packed lunch and I made it in time. But it wasn't until I got there that I realised that it's only 11 degrees today.

Bailey was rugged up in approximately 20 layers and was colder than me at that point.

But fear not my devout and non-existent readers; I later bought leggings with my gift card. And put my thin op-shop bought army jacket in an unobtrusive but somehow still offensive olive green on. (I wore it to be ironic.) It was a vast improvement.

After Uni we went to Aroma Gardens i.e. The Usual Haunt and had a couple of Bourbon and Cokes. (because we are all CLASS)

Then on the way home Bailey and I went to Southbank to drink delicious hot chocolates out of GIANT cups. There was real chocolate in the bottom, it was so tasty. Om nom nom.

Now I am at home, in what feels like possibly 8 degrees... It's delicious.

Muchos Love and all that Jazz.