Did I mention it was cold?
Jun. 22nd, 2006 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryEvery couple of days for the past week, my dad’s been ringing me and letting me know how cold it is up there in Beechworth.
“Minus four this morning!” he’ll say. “But it got up to eight degrees later.”
Or,
“We had no water this morning because the pipes had frozen.”
To both of which (and all variations thereof), I say:
“Argh!”
Because I hate the cold. I’ve often thought that this has much to do with the fact that I was born on the coldest day in the history of ever. I never want to be that cold again.
Or something like that.
And yet, we’re still going up to Beechworth for the next two and a bit days, because it’s the school holidays and it’s the thing to do. Even though I’m going to freeze. And people will mock me. This includes both of my parents and my Timothy, all of whom have absolutley no problems with being SO COLD YOU CAN’T MOVE BECAUSE YOUR JOINTS HAVE FROZEN.
And they think I’m the weird one, just because I like being warm.
I will see you all on Saturday, when I have vague hopes of having caught up on my writing quota. Indeed, I have even vaguer (and more deluded) hopes of pulling ahead! I think it’s the cold... it’s done something to my brain.
“Minus four this morning!” he’ll say. “But it got up to eight degrees later.”
Or,
“We had no water this morning because the pipes had frozen.”
To both of which (and all variations thereof), I say:
“Argh!”
Because I hate the cold. I’ve often thought that this has much to do with the fact that I was born on the coldest day in the history of ever. I never want to be that cold again.
Or something like that.
And yet, we’re still going up to Beechworth for the next two and a bit days, because it’s the school holidays and it’s the thing to do. Even though I’m going to freeze. And people will mock me. This includes both of my parents and my Timothy, all of whom have absolutley no problems with being SO COLD YOU CAN’T MOVE BECAUSE YOUR JOINTS HAVE FROZEN.
And they think I’m the weird one, just because I like being warm.
I will see you all on Saturday, when I have vague hopes of having caught up on my writing quota. Indeed, I have even vaguer (and more deluded) hopes of pulling ahead! I think it’s the cold... it’s done something to my brain.
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on 2006-06-24 07:14 am (UTC)Hehe! I know what she's planning and I'm about to email her about some more stuff. For instance, I don't want you to miss out on a visit to Minotaur. You will be drooling for ages. :) And you'll be here in just a couple of days!
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on 2006-06-24 08:37 am (UTC)and, you know that spiffy writing poll you did a while ago? did you ever get around to compiling the answers. I'm just interested to see what everyone's written responses were, and i can't :( did you post up the answers somewhere, or did it get shuffled aside for the purpose of writing? or cheesecake? both of which are understandable :P
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on 2006-06-24 09:42 am (UTC)