They Say What They Say

Goodness it's cold tonight. When did it become winter gain?

So, I was a total blonde today and managed to end up on the express train to Ivanhoe instead of the one that stopped at Fairfield. All I saw at Flinders Street was a sign saying 'Hurstbridge' so I got on the train and didn't realise that it was an express until it zoomed through both Westgarth and Dennis.

Grrr!

So, I got off at Ivanhoe and waited for fifteen minutes in the cold for the train back to Fairfield. But then I decided I wanted chocolate, so instead of going all the way to Fairfield I got off at Alphington so I could get a Wagon Wheel at the 7/11 near Dan Murphy's. And then I walked home in the cold.

Thank God it's the weekend! I was supposed to go to a thing at Federation Square for Fashion Week tonight, but do you think I could be assed? Nuh-uh. This is why I am now beached on my couch wearing track pants and my fluffy pink slippers and watching old episodes of Sex and the City. Sure there would have been free champagne at this thing, but I would have had to have chosen an outfit and do my hair, put on make up and stand around in heels for god knows how long, and after the train debacle (not to mention falling asleep in class this afternoon) home is definitely the only place I want to be at the moment.

Yet another Australian legend has passed along this week. Motor racing champ, Peter Brock died in a car accident today. It has not been a good week for Australia. First Steve Irwin, then Colin Thiele and now Peter. Three very different men who all a significant mark on our society in one way or another. A very sad week indeed.

And now that I've finished bringing you all down, I'm going to go do my dishes.

Goodness it's cold tonight. When did it become winter gain?

So, I was a total blonde today and managed to end up on the express train to Ivanhoe instead of the one that stopped at Fairfield. All I saw at Flinders Street was a sign saying 'Hurstbridge' so I got on the train and didn't realise that it was an express until it zoomed through both Westgarth and Dennis.

Grrr!

So, I got off at Ivanhoe and waited for fifteen minutes in the cold for the train back to Fairfield. But then I decided I wanted chocolate, so instead of going all the way to Fairfield I got off at Alphington so I could get a Wagon Wheel at the 7/11 near Dan Murphy's. And then I walked home in the cold.

Thank God it's the weekend! I was supposed to go to a thing at Federation Square for Fashion Week tonight, but do you think I could be assed? Nuh-uh. This is why I am now beached on my couch wearing track pants and my fluffy pink slippers and watching old episodes of Sex and the City. Sure there would have been free champagne at this thing, but I would have had to have chosen an outfit and do my hair, put on make up and stand around in heels for god knows how long, and after the train debacle (not to mention falling asleep in class this afternoon) home is definitely the only place I want to be at the moment.

Yet another Australian legend has passed along this week. Motor racing champ, Peter Brock died in a car accident today. It has not been a good week for Australia. First Steve Irwin, then Colin Thiele and now Peter. Three very different men who all a significant mark on our society in one way or another. A very sad week indeed.

And now that I've finished bringing you all down, I'm going to go do my dishes.