Positively 4th Street.

I had a really good weekend, despite acquiring a hangover that has superhumanly lasted two days. It's so fun :). I got to hang out with one of my closest friends who I haven't really got to spend time with lately, and then see my best friend on the Sunday. We all went to the football and North Melbourne actually beat St. Kilda. It was so hecticly cool. I've never felt so emotionally involved in a game before. I didn't spend too much money on Saturday night and we just went back to our friend's place and got a little bit cooked and played this Boards of Canada song that I love over and over and over again. It was all good, but you know how you have those weekends where you look back and you think, "That was really good, I can't really say anything bad about those two days." But for some reason, it just didn't feel amazing.

I found out this song I like, called "Lover I Don't Have To Love", is actually by Bright Eyes, a band I only recently got into. I had a version by Bettie Serveert that played on "The OC". Anyway it's just such a great song, at risk of sounding terribly emo, this line is great:

"You write such pretty words, but life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do, I do....then hurt me."

So anyway, the point is that I always thought that unrequited love was a really romantic thing, like the fancy term for reciprocal love that lasts forever. It never really crossed my mind that it actually applies more to people who love someone who never loves them back. So it's actually really, really depressing! And pathetic. I'm hesitant to use the term in relation to how I feel, since I never really learnt how to pin point my feelings, but you know, it's probably something along those lines :).

But I am going to Myrtleford this weekend, and that's always pretty freaking awesome :)