You could dismantle planes with this thing.

Alright. It's time for the usual "I have something better I should be doing" update. I have an essay to write, y'see. A psych essay. This shouldn't be hard, I enjoy psych, and believe it or not, I enjoy essays. I just can't find the motivation to do anything much since I came back from Perth. I had no trouble writing as essay while I was over there. But now I'm here, I can't seem to do anything. I've been home a week, I've gone out maybe three times. One was a doctor's appointment. Rest of the time I've been sleeping or moping. You know what it's like. I suppose.

Anyway. I've been in Perth. Yep! That was beautiful. It was one of my favourite visits so far. My time with Tim was just incredible. I can't wait to enjoy it on a more permanent basis. And I will, laugh not, ye disbelievers.

He took me out to the Fairbridge Festival, a big ol' folk festival that his mum's been involved with for the past 12 years or so. That was great, so many folk groups, world, a capella, jazz, all sorts. It spanned a weekend, so we spent our nights in a tent, which, despite having not gone camping since the Camping Fiasco of '95, I quite enjoyed. 'Cept this sleeping on the ground lark.

Tim turned 22 the following day. During his celebratory birthday celebration meal celebrating, upon singing "Happy Birthday" over some fried ice-cream, he was accosted by numerous drunk individuals who came to shake his hand and wish him a Happy Birthday. What started with one drunkard, shaking his hand, eventually became the better part of the male population of the room, crowding around our table, shaking hands, hugging, and having numerous group photos taken by his mum.

It is my firm belief that, this sort of thing ONLY EVER happens to Tim. His unconcious pull on the people around him is starting to become a little creepy. Have I, in fact, been DUPED?

More on this story, when I've been bothered to investigate it a little more.

The weeks were filled with various excursions, to parties, the dirty socialite; dinners, and such. I particularly enjoyed meeting his friend's brand new baby boy, who was still a resident of the womb last time I was there. So seeing him breath his own air and eat his own food was hugely enjoyable to me! But mostly it was the kicking and the gurgling. OH GOD it was a cute baby.

Finally, the night before I left was marked by the official celebration of Tim's 22nd, among his friends. There were video games, silly hats, giant Subway cookies, a cake or two, and lots and lots and lots of drinking. Oh, also puppies. John's dog had had puppies, you see, and they were the cutest balls of pee and fur you ever saw, I swear.

But yeah, Tim's friends are the greatest. Scissors, paper, rock as a drinking game? Simple, yet, effective. I like it. And Guitar Hero? Gawd, I love that game. Oh, and Tim got a giant wrench.

GIANT. WRENCH.

You could dismantle planes with this thing. Maybe my alcohol addled brain is exaggerating it, but it was about two feet long. And very goddamn heavy.

[INSERT A THOUSAND TOOL JOKES HERE!!~1!]

But yeah, I'm returning in July for our very first anniversary.

... And to see Harry Potter with Sarah, Gold Class styles.

Two very good reasons!

Also, just to get the hell out of here. Coz Sydney really isn't for me anymore. Oh, how I long for the bogans and hippies of Perth. Anyway, there's a lot of good reasoning there, all I need now, is the money. Which means a job. A short-term job, as I'll be going away for two or three weeks in July. This is... hard. Perhaps I should consider street-walking.

Yeeesss...

Or I dunno, I could look after some more kids or something. That seems to be what I do! I might try one of these agency places, maybe they can find me a temp job or summat. Anyway, I don't know. I'll make it.

... And that's my story, bitches.