That's it, I've had it with this One Horse Town.  I'm going into hibernation and hopefully when I come out of it everyone I know will have grown up.

dum di dum, it's been a while.

Ended things amicably with Joel the day after boxing day.  All was well, and i didn't feel so bad because young Scott visited me and shed a bit of light on things.  Joel is a nice boy, a real family man ;)

Went to Falls.  Had a really fantastic time.  Some bands were great, others were shit (Argh that fucking 72 song is the bane of my existence).  I was particularly happy because all my friends (bar little pippy) were in the one place so i could go around jumping on them inappropriately.

Lots of silly stuff happened but i can't relaly be bothered going into it, it feels like nothing more than a dream now that I am back to reality.  Work to do, bills to pay and centrelink still haven't approved me, the bastards.  argh.

Went and saw Return of the King last night with joe B and Patsy.  Twas super, except the scene in the ned at the end where everyone in the fellowship are laughing reminds me of that bit in 'the winners' where french man says "All i want to know is, who will pick up the bill", and they all start laughing.  It was so incredibly lame and unnecessary after all the cool fighting.

Sometimes, i wish i was a boy, it would make things so much easier, and I wouldn't feel bad about not having female friends.

I keep getting sick at the moment, christmas eve was the worst when i got back from joe's house.  I went to bed and fell asleep for twenty minutes and woke up at about 2 feeling really ill.  i actually almost came close to throwing up (i haven't thrown up properly since year 12).

Christmas was nice but un eventful.  I got clothes, money and a laberet stud so i can go and get pierced when i get back from the falls.  Mum really liked the bird bath which is good.

Yesterday went to joe's house for bbq.  Then got home and watched bad TV with patsy.  Then (about 3hours late) i realised i had a message on my phone saying he was bored.  I messaged back and he said everyone was at trout so i went down.  The kicks were playing and they were cool.  The  Roobs were playing and they were even cooler.  The Roobs features member (s?) from the Powdermonkeys.  They were nice to watch play because the front man was a crazy dude.  But he needs to deal with heckling better.  Most hcking provided by Scott, quite funny.  I hope he didn't sleep in the streets last night.

Anyway, after that went back to bens and ate goons slushies (it's a delicacy) and sat in his top paddock.  They have a pony in their back yard.  It bit Ben.

Then it all went weird....

Fuck fuck fuck i'm sick today.  i'm going home real soon, before i barf.

Man this sucks, i really really really hate being sick. And i have no idea what caused it.

grrrr

Goddamn i feel better now.  Cup-o-tea and some bad santa chocolate has made a world of difference.

So here is m y fun-filled weekend. 

Friday - had plans to go down to the Waggon and see Rentboy pay with the Roobs but no one would come with me and really, I was a bit sleep and had to get up at 7am for Gone South so to bed I went.  Watched some of the Shane MacGowan Doco (sad) and all of the Liberace doco (even sadder in a crazy man sort of way, this man made his teenage lover have plastic surgery to look like him!!!)

Saturday: Up at 7 to get ready for gone south.  Took up Jes and Mel.  The festival was pretty bad.  Got there, got in the gates.  Checked out the backstage area to figure out the best place for getting interviews.  Proceeded to walk to the local stage>toilets>food>shady spot under a tree all day.  The vibe ws really really bad..acutlaly it was non-existent.  Supposedly 7 thousand but it didn't feel like that many at all. Argh when will Touber give up?  I don't want it to end, I think Tassie having it's own festival run by and for the state is a great idea but the man obviously doesn't have a fucking clue.

The highlight of the day was definitely 1200 techniques.  Thanks to Stef I have really been getting into aus hip hop and while they are not the best of the bunch they were the first band of the day that people really seemed to enjoy.  Managed to get back stage and had a chat to Jason.

Left basically straight after that.  Spotted Enola Fall going in the front gate just as I was leaving, talked to them later (well Matt) and heard it was pretty fucking crap for them)

Got to Stay South. it was at the Doghouse, possibly the dodgiest pub in Hobart (although the regulars that make it dodgy clear out on band nights) and I guess there was about 30 - 40 people there.  This was the best local gig I had been to for a long time.  Everyone was really up and nothing really seemed to be fucking up.  Changeovers weren't too long and all bands played really fucking well.

highlights

The Horror -  Without being biased I thought they were awesome. I had seen them at Origorama before but they were drunk (and so was I) so that doesn't count.  they managed to stay reasonably sober all day and they played really well.  It made me happy

howarcide: Fucking hell.  It's a pity their drummer lives in Melbourne, I would like to see these polite young lads play more often.

Karaoke for my Shadow: Don't think I stayed for it all, and had heard about their talents from an ex friend of mine, I was quite impressed with these guys as well.

frontline choir: Not really my cup of tea but seemed to go down really well.

Didn't catch Rentboy but i'm sure they rocked (;))

Sunday: Got up late and went around to Chris' for a BBQ.  It was bareable but I left after a couple of hours.  Went home, got stoned and watched a doco on silent movies.  Fell asleep.  Woke up and ate some dinner and som raspberry lamingtons (don't!). Went back to sleep again.

I am paranoid about boys though.  I wish I was a mindreader and I wish *they* were mind readers too. arrrghh.