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Alright already Matty, I’ll update. Sheesh, you’d think people actually read this thing.

Okay, so since I last penned some words I’ve moved into my new house in Cannington, not 200 metres down the road from my last rental place. And yes, Dwayne still does live at that house so there’s plenty of opportunity for drunken stumblings between the two. The new house is good, there’s a lot of damage to the walls, cornices and doors from the previous tenants and theres’s been a bit of trouble trying to get the maintenance people off their ass and maintaining so that we can move Andrew into his room. Apparently the owners can’t afford to repaint his room, but we’ve been told not to move anything in there just in case they do. Obviously this is kind of an annoying situation since we applied for a three bedroom house, not for a twilight-zone-pseudo three bedroom house. Unfortunately, Andrew can’t sleep in the promise of a bedroom – much like the realtors can’t buy food on the promise of rent. I might explain this to them the next time we ring to complain that the Polish maintenance man – while being a very nice guy – has failed to show once again. Well, it couldn’t have been as convenient as the last house I moved into, could it? At the very least my room is fine.

I’m leaving for Melbourne in about 48 hours. It’s my first official holiday outside of Western Australia so I’m really pumped about having a good time. I’m going over with Louise and we’ll be staying at one of her friend’s behest near Melbourne City between the 13th and 21st. We’ve got tickets to see The Presets while we’re over there and we’ll pretty much be doing the touristy thing during the day and going twenty different ways towards sloshed in the evenings. I’m fucking excited as hell.

I should be getting my results back tomorrow, both from my units and from my first semester honours report. I’m quite scared. I’m not sure what to expect from either; before the immediacy really resolved itself in my head I wasn’t stressed about it – which to my brain means I’m obviously not stressing enough; so I’ve begun worrying continuously about it since about 10 o’clock this morning.

I went shopping with Lou for socks and other warm clothestuffs to take with us to Melbourne – she succeeded in getting (head)stockings and some very warm-looking socks. Unfortunately I didn’t really see anything that looked incredibly warm, so I’m going to go with the blanket option whenever we’re back at Hope’s place – or mind blowing amounts of warming alcohol when we’re not.

Well, other than moving and getting excited – nothing incredibly noteable has been happening. Drew one soccer game, lost another. Worked a lot. Nothing, really. I’m well – a little cold right now, but well. Hope everyone else out there is doing okay – the journal posts have been drying up from every quarter it seems. Nick, Matt and Lexi especially (though not so much you now that I checked just then Lexi) are especially absent. Oh well. Hope everything’s cool where everyone is.
phill.

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