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SQUEE. Seven page-refreshes later, I'm going to Panic at the Disco!

ETA: And now my mother is making noise about me going by myself. *sigh* What part of "none of my friends like Panic" does she NOT UNDERSTAND.

"Oh but you should ask around, maybe one of the boys wants to go with you."

OH MY GOD.

The only solution is to make friends with Sydney bandom people in the intervening six months and pretend they're RL friends :P

ETA2: Oh my god, my very first proper concert!! (Alex's Bexley gig totally doesn't count :P)
I was actually kind of like "onoez" because The Mars Volta is touring around the same time, and was like "oh maybe I should go to that" but they are a recent fancy of mine and I haven't even heard their new album, which is presumably the one they're touring with, so I don't know whether it would be worthwhile. Besides, Panic!

Original Fiction: Radio Diaries

Title: Radio diaries
Wordcount: 520
Notes: I wrote this for the application portfolio to QUT back when I was seriously considering moving to Brisbane. The prompt was in fact "Radio Diaries." It was evidently good enough to get in but I don't think it's good enough to try a paying market so I'm posting it here instead. PS Necrotic Tissue is publishing another of mine under my real name next issue, a drabble ^^


( Radio Diaries )

Things

My parents' generation is discovering the wonders of the internet. My dad came home yesterday full of glee at discovering a Russian post-fact facebook site full of people he went to school with. It was hilarious. Apparently his best friend from high school went on to marry a girl my dad knew in university - he didn't introduce them, it was just a coincidence. I'm guessing not much was done at the lollipop factory yesterday XP

This video wins at life.

I'm behind on everything. :( But! I'm getting a job. Here. It's unclear as to how this will help me catch up at... everything, but at least I'll have money during the process.