I have a super cold. This cold hates me so much, it's planned a full body attack. I can't even spell anymore, that's how much of an attack it's launched! I tried to spell "full" first like "fully" and then like "ful". Needless to say, I think I failed my primary school spelling tests. *sneezes out giant snot ball* Wow, I feel SO SEXY!

The people went to the beach today. And my, was it ever not the right day for the beach. It was, in fact, the day suited for staying inside, and avoiding all outside-ness. Damn cloud cover. And damn wind! The "beach plan" was a bad plan. We spent about three hours on the beach, shivering cold. I was wearing fleece pants and wrapped in a polar fleece blanket by the end of the adventure. However, it was still an enjoyable day. Much eating of chips, and many laughs. BUT there was a distinct lack of sun-bathing.
Memories:
- The tower of lesbians!
- Ryan's "back door" adventures
- "Who ever heard of a monogamous lesbian?"
- 20 bagels for 8 people.... EIGHT!
- Paulo's Anglican priest partner..... some how, it just doesn't make sense in my mind.

On Saturday night I was meant to venture out to a BH crowd event, but failed miserably as I was a) watching the game, and b) dying a horrible death from this cold. So instead, Paul and I stayed inside, and then went for a walk. I bought hair dye *excited* which will help immensely in the three-inch root problem I'm currently experiencng!

I'm a-thinking... why do I only get colds in the summer? I got a cold when I went to Australia. And now I have a cold. The world is conspiring against me. To create the infirm Jane when the weather is fantastic, and multitudes of fun is to be had. Fucking bastard.