You know what? I'm happy that England won. I'm happy that after 18 years England have finally managed to best the Australian's. The English played hard and there is no denying that they were the stronger team throughout the series ( Read more... )

OMG, NOOOOO!

Not because of the light! NOT THE LIGHT! They were playing SPIN BOWLERS! They weren't even playing pace bowlers!

SPIN BOWLERS! NOT PACE!

I can't believe it.

Lack of talent in Australian Idol?

Full sale of telstra?

The imminent death of the Australian cricket team?

England winning the Ashes?

The reason I still can't speak?

ALL YOUR FAULT, JOHN HOWARD DUBYA MARK HOLDEN, ALL YOUR FAULT!

ETA: OMFG, AUSTRALIA, WTF!?! 10 more runs, that's all I ask. Make for a clean slate for the 2nd Innings. It's ( Read more... )

You know I really don't get handball. At all. Period.

Also, I suck. I received a lovely postcard at the end of July from a group of lovely t00bs and I've only just remembered that I've been an awfully selfish person and haven't thanked them at all. I know I should've said this before now, but thank you, all of you. As I said, I suck ( Read more... )

Wah, last day of the swimming! But, very exciting none-the-less!

( Mostly incoherent thoughts on the final day of Olympic swimming! )

Pretty, pretty boys.

Pretty, pretty girls.

Yum.

<333 The rowing.

<333 The swimming.

<333 The gymnastics.

<333 The fencing.

<333 The water-polo.

Weight-lifting is hard.

Fencing looks fun!

Kayaking scares me.

Oh, I do so love the Olympics. <333

You know, I really do love the Olympics. I don't think there is any one thing I could pinpoint and say this is why I love the Olympics. It's just thereI've spent the last four mornings waking up at some dreadful hour to catch the swimming and cycling finals. I'm exhaustd, and my body is sorely regretting the continued onslaught. So much so, ( Read more... )

I am so dreadfully Australian at times!

I woke up a little over an hour ago so that I could watch the Olympic swimming finals for tonight, and I keep finding myself yelling out at the TV screen in a gross rendition of 'Come on Aussie, Come on', or the ever yet more popular 'Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi'.

( Squeeing for Olympic swimming! )