I love my dad.

I went to the footy tonight to see North Melbourne and Collingwood (I'm North Melbourne) and we of course got fucked in the arse by the magpies. Worst feeling ever: being beaten by Collingwood. Worst of all, I was with Steph and her Dad, and they are dirty pies supporters. So this is the transcript between me and my dad, who I started messaging because I was ready to punch something.

Me: I hate life.
Dad: (tries to call, obviously thinks I have had some crisis) What's up?
Me: You're obviously not watching the footy haha sorry to concern
Dad: Nice jumpers (we were playing in our wanky away jumpers)
Me: Nice nothing. They are playing uselessly. Nothing in life worse than being outplayed by Collingwood
Dad: I agree
Me: Pigs bloody breakfast
Me: Even when they're 8 goals up, Collingwood supporters will still whinge about the umpires
Dad: Is Didak on bail?
Me: If he is, it's the only consolation I have. In the meantime, I'm amusing myself by imagining the sense of humour that the parents of Steele Sidebottom (actual name, I kid you not) must have had. (#22 for the Pies)
Me: Collingwood on top of the ladder, great end to the night
Me: Joffa and the cheer squad congregating under a cloud of smoke, hope he doesn't get punched, can't afford to lose any more teeth
Dad: Won't have to beat his wife tonight
Me: Won't want to miss the last train back to Broady. Thanks dad, that was a painful 3 hrs.
Dad:Good night love you


And despite my team playing possibly the lousiest game of footy I have ever personally witnessed, the night was okay. Now is when I stop staring at this white screen of doom and get back to sleeping and listening to Joni Mitchell. Good night

Assassins!

So much fun! Assassins is currently underway at my res and it is the best. We are all creeping around and shrieking like little kids and when someone gets "killed" we all rush downstairs to see who it is. We don't go anywhere alone! Haha, it gives me butterflies. I haven't assassinated my target yet but I'm working on it. Heaps of people are home for Mother's Day. Which is where I should be. However I'm going home next weekend as my little sis turns 18. She's not allowed to be 18 yet! I remember when I turned 18. My 18th was possibly the funnest night of my life.


These photos were taken by one of my best friends, Emma.

But it’s the same every day, it drives the world insane and the lies of mankind burn you up inside but it hurts and what’s worse there’s no way to reverse when your mind wants to start pulling you apart, baby

I went to the concert, and I fought through the crowd, 'cause I got too excited, when I thought you were around

Love like a bird flies away

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Tsk, tsk

Ah how I love Catherine Deveny and the outrage she can incite with just one of her witty comments. If you're after some afternoon amusement, I suggest you (1) go read her tweets about the logies and (2) read comments on the Age article about said tweets, from all the tossers who have been offended by them.

People really need to thicken that skin up and realise Catherine is a far better person than Bert Newton, Livinia Nixon, or any other skinny idiot who appears on Neighbours or Home and Away. They wouldn't know satirical humour if it came up and smacked them in the face. God forbid someone make a career from being insightful, funny and having the guts to take a good, hard look at our society and tell it like it is. Sure I think I have a slightly skewered sense of decency, but she's far more down to earth and genuine than any plastic tart who trotted up the red carpet.

I'm going to see her on friday night and I can't fucking wait.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

- Paul McCartney

Baby I'm a desperate believer.

Such a glorious weekend, truth be told.

It started with going to see British India in fucking Fern Tree Gully, of all places. No biggie, we just got drunk and they were fucking good. And because Ellie has this little charismatic knack that I will never have when it comes to "getting in with the band", we ended up out back, having ciggies and scored a lift back to the city with them. Just quietly, as much as I do have a big thing for their music, they're a bit on the wanky side for my liking. But we finished up there, Ellie on a far better note than me (wish I could make out with lead singers)!!

Thursday became Friday, I woke up at some ungodly hour and found myself scattered beyond belief. Passed the day by dozing, went to see Clare-bear at her athletics down at Olympic Park. Popped back home, and got my shit together to head to Geelong. Caught the train, amidst drama which involved Greggles missing the train but it was okay :) we all got there in the end. Got drunk again and went into the big bad city to see Lise and so we just popped around the back and snuck on up. Georgia Fair were fucking brilliant and suffice to say I now have a large crush on their tour manager. Hung out a little bit afterwards, (she was amazing, as always. Me so proud) then went to the Nash, but it was a little flat. Ate disgusting amounts of Mcdonalds, something I thought I didn't do anymore, then went homeskis.

Got up Saturday, got straight back on the horse and headed off to Bendigo for Groovin' The Moo with some warm goon and juice. Jem did a lovely job of driving and we got there to face a hideous, buzz-killing line, which we endured for about an hr before just heading up to the gates and walking in. Found large amounts of people in not much space, went and saw Lise play, again. Then British, then we just hung out for a large portion of the afternoon, seeing Miami Horror, Spoon, Tegan and Sara, Vampire Weekend and Silverchair.

Sobriety was fine, but didn't do much for warding off the cold. Everyone was amazing, particuarly Silverchair who I've never really paid much attention to before now, but my friend Annie is obsessed. They were quite mind-blowing and Daniel Johns said 'cunt' twice and so he immediately was worthy in my opinion.

Thankfully had a god send in Jem who drove us back to Geelong and the rest of my weekend was spent on Steph's couch, with a bit of New Moon, pizza and grocery shopping in between.

Also, I regain my faith in life and the fact that cool little things do happen to me every once in a while. She's already done the cute little blog about us meeting (she being Haylee, the lovely, lovely Haylee), but I thought I would just tell you that, we met on Myspace in '06, no rhyme or reason, started talking, realised we were effectively the same people, albeit with some slightly different, defining features (I don't think I'll ever love coffee that much), but we have just talked ever since then. Always discussed when we would finally meet in person, and that it would be some random, twist of fate, like in the movies of course. I always just imagined we'd finally get our act together and organise to have drinks haha. But turns out: I saw her in the Vic Markets, one night, few months back. It was so the random meeting we always imagined. And then, yesterday when I went to Groovin', and arrived just in time to see Lisa play, guess who's standing less than a metre away?

God it just makes me smile something chronic, ya know?


So much more to blog about (so annoying since sometimes I'm so stuck for witty things to write about) but I will leave it for this week :)

More party cam for your enjoyment (or non-enjoyment, but surely it's better than the Logies).

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