i can't see straight / but the two of you look awfully pretty

Wow, my arms are finally functional again! That took waaaay too long. How much does it suck that I was a complete hermit in the holidays and now, when all my assignments are coming due, my social life picks up? Le timing, she is not my friend. Yesterday I hit the Roxbury again for Full Body Contact No Love Tennis, a comedy improv show/competition. Apparently the name is a product of the only trophy they could find being a Jewish boys' tennis doubles trophy. They are inevitably hysterical. I went with a bunch of randoms from the Writers' Club we're starting at UTS. Actually most of the randoms were not even from the writers' club, they were the American boyfriend from Woolongong of the girl organising it, and his completely coincidentally also American roommate who is here playing soccer (in Woolongong), and... some guys. IDK. We had a few hours to kill between the end of the inaugural club meeting (at which we puzzled over a constitution and agreed that alcohol-fueled literary appreciation was called for, and I met another fandom kid! How random!) and the start of the show, so we took a walk down to Glebe instead of catching the bus. Then we ate cheap pasta on a coffee table while some random party that had reserved all the proper tables convinced some poor nerdy kid to down five shots in a row. There was apparently projectile vomit shortly afterwards. Everyone at the improv show made fun of them. Also I won a dog-eared anthropology textbook for audience participation (ie shouting out prompts) (specifically in response to "something related to Indiana Jones," when I said "funny hats" - go figure).

I want to go to the Sydney Writers' Festival but all the good events are on at the same time, consecutively in different places, or several hours apart in the same place. Which sucks.

My broadband download limit has gotten spontaneously upgraded! I'm not sure if my dad changed our plan or the plan evolved. (Maybe it has a new attack, too.) To celebrate I decided to check out The Matches, because someone sent me a couple of their songs (or, possibly they were up on bandom_recs) and Audio Blood is the biggest earworm. I've listened to it about a billion times already. Anyway, I got a more recent album, which is a little more pop but also cool. I've also returned to the wonderful Placebo of my youth (okay, no, of about four years ago) some of which I even had LEGITIMATELY until one of my myriad hard drive crashes, and gotten into the Alkaline Trio. Their early stuff is fairly crappy with a few exceptions. New stuff is good though!

Other things I have obtained include the latest Booster Gold and some Sandman spinoffs that Comic Kingdom had on two-for-a-dollar.

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So all signs point to Malcolm Turnbull gaining the coveted (hah) Leadership Of The (Nominally) Liberal Party, essentially because he's not quite as big a tool as Brendon "Nine Percent" Nelson. You have to wonder how he feels about that - on the one hand, Leader of the Opposition! Highly theoretical chance at Prime Ministership! On the other hand - default is a blow to anyone's pride. "Wow. If I'd only known that all I needed to rise to such status was to only suck nearly as much as the competition..."

And that's politics.

Funny story about my rapidly launching badly-timed social life (four events on Friday, several of them mutually exclusive): At impro today Fei Fei invited me to watch Rocky Horror at Star City because she had a spare ticket thanks to a friend bailing. This was Awesome because events have conspired so that I've managed to fail to see it about twice so far. Unfortunately by the time I got out of the house I only had fortyfive minutes to get there. Then, my bus failed to show up. After waiting for fifteen minutes I realised there was no way I'd get there in time, gave up, rang F and went home. So... that was pretty lame. Foiled again! By public transport.

I'm writing a lot of semi-connected poetry/lyrics lately. I add the slash because most of it has shown up without music but with a rhythm such that I could fit them to music. But they're quite fragmented thus far. I think they'll coalesce into at least five different songs... or poems... or whatever. One is hilariously MCR-ish, and if in song-form should make room for shouting FUCK VAMPIRES really loudly at some point. IDK my brain.


ETA PS AAAAAAAAAAH.