It's been a busy weekend. I came up Thursday after the 'ah fuck it' attitude towards my history class. One I can not take again, and won't be missing anymore History classes. Okay, well I can't either.

Friday was spent cleaning up my computer, almost kissing it in relief that it was back and then catching up with Michael for the Collingwood game. It was such a nice feeling to see us get our asses kicked by the Tigers. NOT!

But seriously for some bizarre reason I already figured we would get our asses whopped. And we did it so damn well I should add too.

It was a good fun night apart from my beloved partner and his friends calling me to tell me we had lost. It was a purposeful moved, done to annoy me and it worked nicely.

I actually got an sms that said "Are we pissed off yet?"

If I didn't love him so much I'd let football come in between us.

But then I figure I'm going to have the last laugh tonight and be consoling him. And if not then kissing him in happiness rotfl.

But last night I was itching to take my camera just because of the atmosphere. I didn't so much mind the losing just for the feeling that comes from being in such a ground. I swear my finger was itching to take pictures. Part of me thinks I might be in the wrong profession.

We'll see.

Okay with that done I am going to bail.

ciao peoples