Not gonna lie, I'm pretty obsessed with Melbz at the moment. I've always enjoyed it, because let's be real we aren't the #1 most liveable city in the world for nuthin ma bruthas, but every so often I go through phases that usually start when I'm on a tram going down St Kilda Road on a sunny day where I'm just like shit god damn this is a pretty place to be. For most of the last two years I've been focused on being other places, and since at least 2009 I've had various plans in place to move overseas/actually have done so for a while, but it was never an urge to get away from here as much as it was to get to somewhere/someone else, and now that #EnglandMove2k15 is no longer a go, it's probably for the best that I've found myself solidly in the middle of one of these phases.
Last weekend my friend Dave was over from the UK and I spent Monday showing him the various glories of the Melbourne CBD, including the rip off of the London Eye, creatively named the Melbourne Star, in the Docklands which was so bad it was fantastic. To be honest I didn't even know it was there, I knew they built it but I thought they shut it down because there was no point. And when I say no point I legitimately mean there is a solid row of skyscrapers between the 'Star' and anything you could possibly want to see but hey man, ya win some ya lose some. However, the highlight of the entire day came when we were exiting through the gift shop and I straight up wept because we found a baby onesie that said "Twinkle Twinkle Melbourne Star".
As hilariously shifty as that was, walking around being a tourist in my own hood mainly made me realise how much cool stuff there is that I just never notice or even realise is there, for instance a baller pirate ship in Southbank, and made me want to do more wandering in the near future. Considering how much I hate walking, this is quite a big thing. Also we saw a pigeon with a tiny mohawk. As much as I love being in Venice and Rome, and to a slightly lesser extent London, when it comes to actually living somewhere this is probably my first choice, which is pretty convenient. I used to be obsessed with the idea of living in New York, did it, got it out of my system and came right on back. I think I'll almost definitely move again some time in the next few years, but for now I am very pleased to be in trusty old Melbz, where the Nando's is familiar and there are only occasionally mafia bodies in the river.
In other news, life is moving v fast lately so I've been feeling exhausted in pretty much every way, and I have a list of probably fiddy odd things I need/want to do for uni and general life, so I'm thinking I may pull an unprecedented internet detox for a few days and sort my shit out. We shall see how that pans out. I'm also becoming increasingly aware of the fact that I haven't made a video in over two months so it may be time to start looking out for a lil sumsum of that persuasion once my amish period has concluded.*
Speaking of life and its many demands on my time and energy, I am now off to celebrate the glorious occasion that is Essendon's first game of the season, so I must bid you adieu.
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*I am aware that since I will still be using my TV and DS and general electricity and also zippers this doesn't count as amish but c'est la vie, motherfuckers. I know amish, trust me, one of them made me a pretty gangster quilt when I was three.
