Unfortunately, you all confessed non-existant sins.

Right losers. Everyone, but *everyone* just left me on MSN at the same time. If I didn't know better I'd say you were all planning some sort of surprise party for me, or hiding in your nuclear bunkers. But the overwhelming theory is that you all suck collectively. So I'm going to blog to let you all know how much you suck.

Also! Of other things!

Firstly, I'd like to thank all my "non-lurkers" who saw fit to comment last entry. Unfortunately, you all confessed non-existant sins, cause it seems I flushed out every person who's ever read my blog EXCEPT the actual lurker I was going for. Which is fine, I got a good response from it! But yeah, I just wanted you to know that I didn't have a single one of you in mind when I was talking about lurkers. I think Simon was the only real surprise. Sorry guys, it's not that I don't like you it's just... yeah... yeah I can hang out for a bit, I guess. Oh, and Debari was a surprise too! Also, TWO James's in one post! That confused me for a little while, I tell you what.

In other news, Transformers. Possibly the most metal cartoon ever? See that! I almost made a pun! Or something. But no, I refer, of course, to the original movie's theme song. By one.. Lion? Anyway, the point is, IT'S PURE POWER METAL. And frankly, that's the maddest thing ever. I was sent it by Tim, merely as a reference, as he was sending me a cover! Turns out the original was the awesomest thing ever, and I feel like we're slightly closer as a couple now that I've added it to my usual playlist. 'Cause seriously, dat sum wack shit.

Oh! So I suppose you want to hear more about my trip to the West Side? I know you do, don't be shy.

I'll list it in point form for you, so we can all be very clear:

• Perth is awesome.
• No, that's it. Everything in Perth is awesome.

I even ventured into the world of the unknown, and attended a social occasion without Tim on my arm! I refer, of course, to the Harry Potter premiere, in GOLD CLASS, to which he refused to accompany me. Jerk. However, Sarah and I made out in the darkness between occasional glances at the screen and the odd nacho, while Michael and Jeremy looked on in the kind of awe that only two hot women making out can inspire, and it was a good day.

Also, I may have played down the nachos a little. NACHOS, PEOPLE. In the movies! OMGAWESOME.

Then just a few days later, Tim came with me to see Harry Potter again, anyway. Gah! Why didn't you come to the Gold Class premiere! Did you get a good deal on the makeout footage, HUH?

There was also a poker night, during which Sarah and I played Guitar Hero for like 4 hours, and it was the best thing ever.

Oh man. My bloggin'-groove is lost 'cause Windows Media Player gave me the shits for like 20 minutes. Talk about unintuitive. IF THAT'S EVEN A WORD. I guess it is. Anyway, if I wasn't so used to it and frightened of having to get used to another, I'd totally use something else. But no, I do like to torture myself so, and really WMP and it's associated .wma's are the best way to do it, frankly.

Did I ever tell y'all about the time Tim and I made a CD of about a billion .mp3s for the many-hour trip to Canberra and back? I was all the time wondering why none of my songs seemed to be on it. Turns out when they said '.mp3' they meant just that, and I'd forgotten what WMP rips 'em as .wmas! JERKS! Good thing Tim has decent taste in music. Bad thing I'm a huge ditz.

What does the 'a' in .wma stand for anyway? I'm sure it's really obvious and I'll feel even stupider for asking the internet. But I just can't think of it. And I'm really just typing things that enter my head, as they come.

I found myself uncharacteristically bopping along to a lot of Sophie Ellis Bexter tracks in JB Hi-Fi one day. Now I'm home though, I can't find a single one that I enjoy. Apart from that 'Catch You' business. What is it about this wench and her being able to add an element of creepy to what could just as easily be your everyday pop song? I have to admit, I admire it a bit. If she's not murderin' on the dancefloor, she's stalking someone across the planet. I do like it.

I really want to write again. I've been having this feeling for a while, and it's mainly why I blog. But like, I'm going through what appears to be the Guinness World Record for Longest Writer's Block EVAR (it's in there, trust me) as I haven't been able to think of a decent plot for even a short story in like, 5 years or something. I'm not counting my Extension 2 short stories, 'cause really, I forced them out like a pregnant lady in The Medieval Times and I was just as unhappy with them. Which I guess was reflected in the mark. But yeah, if anyone has any ideas for me, it'd be really mad. I'm serious, you want some fiction written, I'm your ladytype.

I can clearly still put these word-things together with some amount of eloquence. But seriously, inspiration eludes me like Harry Potter fans avoid the internet before a book launch.

Hear that? Topical!