The Big Day Out.

I have never found it this hard to string a few words together making the first sentence for one of these, but then again I have never been this excited in my entire life. Unless you have been living under some kind of media blocking rock which you have because in your universe it exists for some reason, or you live in another state and not under a rock, you would know that Big Day Out Adelaide is today; and fuck me am I excited as all fuck! It’s almost like every single one of my favourite bands and artists are playing at the same place on the same day and I have my hands on one ticket; the necessary amount to get one person in, and I am one person. My plan has advanced from what it was and I now have a full day of awesomeness to attend to starting at eleven in the morning until eleven at night, and seeing as though now is nine in the morning, it’s just getting closer and closer.

My neighbours must hate me, I mean it is four past nine in the morning and right now, Lily Allen is being played on full blast on my relatively loud iPod dock, well it isn’t loud enough to do for a party but as far as nine in the morning goes, it goes just that little bit better than alright. Never in my life have I gotten up at, well just before eight in the morning, waiting for people to come to mine so I wouldn’t feel like an alcoholic when I start drinking, but if two thousand and nine taught me anything, it was that pre drinks are an essential part of any outing, well almost any outing. It’s not like I really plan to get ‘paro as’, I mean I intend on enjoying but also remembering today, but I think that being a little bit tipsy would assist in my enjoyment, maybe?

Actually, I really didn’t know what I was going to do today. I said originally that I was going to go sober, but then again I first thought that Big Day Out was a dry zone. Dry zone or not, I am seventeen so I wouldn’t be able to drink there without bearing the risk of getting kicked out and yeah, that would be so shit. I would probably have to actually kill myself if I got kicked out, I mean first act through to the last one, everything that I have planned to see is something that I couldn’t bear to miss. Regardless of whether I was intending on drinking or not, people are arriving here with their booze, ready to drink, and fuck being left out. I’m going to go and drink, leaving this blog half as short as the rest, but I’ll be back tomorrow just fucking, so happy, surely with stories to tell... surely.