MOOO

Paper cuts - the bane of my existence. 

Hey poppies. So I've begun that thing that I do where I go on a Facebook strike. Therefore, anybody who manages to read this unadvertised blog post is a gun. 

By all means readers - exploit this little space for all its worth. 

I say I'm doing it to focus on study which is such a lie because when I'm not facebooking, I'm eating. 

No, its for that reason that can't be named - its an omen, much like Voldemort. 

I promise I'll blog about it when I'm ready. 

Over the weekend I drove my sorry ass all the way to Bendigo with my mate (who shall be dubbed 

D-dawg for privacy purposes) for the almighty GROOVIN' THE MOOO. 

We spent the ride laughing and crying at my driving and anticipating our untimely death on the drive back. 

Grain waves and attempts to check-into 'le sticks' made the time fly. 

And whats a road trip without a sum sique beatz brah? 

I managed to get around to San Cisco, The Maccabees (who didn't play Toothpaste Kisses goddang), Matt Corby, a little of Mutemath, Ball park music, City and Colour, Kimbra (feggin amazing), Hilltop Hoods from a distance and a little of this and that. HOWEVER. THEEE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT - Kaiser Chiefs were absolutely crazy AND to top it off... I CAUGHT (fought off two biyatchez for) THE DRUMSTICK. YES. YES I DID. And then ran back to my car holding onto it with dear life like Charlie and the golden ticket to the beats of Pogo during Digitalism. 

Im pretty sure I was high on Groovin' juice. 

I managed to stay awake for the drive back and then go to work at 9.45 the next morning and run a sique birthday party for the kids. 

Thank you, please hold the applause, you're too kind. 

I'm going to watch some Mad Men and eat chestnuts by an open ..... 

gas heater. 

Keeping you posted - Joanne (L)