Dj Krmak, I love you, but stay away from 50 year olds.

Auskick is a modified game designed specifically for young athletes. It is derived from the main gain of AFL, but modified to meet the physical and emotional capabilities of all young children.
Yes, that was the first sentence of my pdhpe assignment, the sentence I wrote when my mom walked in to see what I was doing. It doesn’t make sense, I know.
I’m incredibly distracted at this point in time, for reasons only a select group of special people know about. Goodbye PDHPE, hello blog that I was supposed to write to two days ago.
So lets back track to Saturday.
Woke up, went to my shitty job at 7, finished at 10. Got home, and being the msn junkie I am, automatically signed on, whilst mentally (and physically) bracing myself for the cake that was awaiting at Chantelles. After 2326432849234892930842 comments from Miro (yes Mark, that’s you) telling me that my hair looked nice, I decided to get dressed and make my way there.
What was waiting for me there was beyond words. I can’t even describe it. But no doubt, most of you have seen the video on facebook and have already ‘liked’ it.
Yes, my birthday cake came in my eye. How lovely.
Aside from the marvellous cake (thankyou to everyone who helped make it, and especially to channy for not only the cake, but for deciding to have the ‘get together’) my uber awesome friends even went to the lengths of buying me presents. I was kinda pissed off about this, but I got over it 
So in total, for my birthday, I received the following gifts :
- Issey Miyake Perfume
- Clothes
- Money
- A beautiful green, glass, heart shaped pendant
- The coolest pair of Ray Ban Sunnies
- Friends!
- Kisses!
- Hugs!
- ....and birthday punches, Fuck you Bernadette.
Following the cake ceremony, we jumped in the pool. Lots of fun and games and loads hilarious and unforgettable moments. To my friends, thankyou so much, I love you guys. All of you.
Upon my return, I was welcomed by a small group of typical Serbs, sitting around a cauldron set up in my backyard, brewing Fish Stew. Yes, Fish Stew. And singing along to modernized folk songs with a techno beat to them. They thought they were so cool. I thought they sounded like they were being torn apart from the inside.
It was bad. Very bad.
I found sanctity in my bedroom with the door closed, music blaring and msn windows blinking.
Amy Leigh. Let's rock. *blinks*
Dadic The truth and other lies. *blinks*
amy♥ // FTC //so why do i keep coming back? (8) *blinks*

The people who keep me sane and entertained ^^
2 am. They decided to leave. Keep in mind, I had my dance championships the next day. By this time, I wasn’t even sleepy anymore. I reluctantly closed all the msn windows, signed off, and lay in bed, thinking about and laughing at the days events. It was brilliant.
You know, that moment right before you fall asleep, how something usually crosses your mind, forms the basis upon which your dreams for that night are formed? Well in that moment, I thought to myself. I love my life. FTC.
Unusual for me. I’m not usually this content with myself. Perhaps it has to do with those who can make me smile.
DANCE CHAMPIONSHIPS!
In short, Michael and I won it again, third year in a row. A hat trick he called it. It was a great way to end the year 
Now, today, I think I’ll do as a separate post. It kinda doesn’t blend in with the rest of this one.

....to be continued.

Have fun, play it safe, keep it sexy.