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Well our bass player tryout didn't happen! Todd and I were sitting in the band room roughly playing by ourselves sans bass, thinking Clint would turn up. And Hayley thought he would've turned up too and asked how the practice went, and was surprised that Clint didn't show. I'm going to have to suck it up and actually call him. This hurts me so.

I've had a really lazy pointless day! I had my third drunken invitation to join an already drunk friend at a gathering of someone I don't know. The third one was most attractive though. Even though it was a party full of 15 year olds, the prospect of hanging out with George was one that was almost too good to pass up. But I didn't go there either.

I wonder if I'm going to get any chocolate tomorrow. I'd fucking better! Just because I'm 22 doesn't mean I don't love chocolate. Though my mother's obligation to buy it for me has probably passed!

Yesterday I kicked a kid out of my store for being a little cunt: running around like a dick, not intending on buying anything, swearing loudly around other paying customers, and trying various times to steal various, things, including chocolate milk, jerky, and a PS2 game. And when I told him not to come back he said something something fuck something. I felt strong.

For being assertive to a 10 year old.

And I'm getting way in to Panic! At the Disco at the moment.

Does anyone want to come and see Story of the Year, Flogging Molly and Emery with me on Sunday May 14th in Sydney, the night after the SGAU ball? Story of the Year have the best live show. Ever.