Lamb chops and throw ups

Okay, SO I haven't blogged in a while. It's called the UQ Task Wizard, it's keeping me busy.
Today is Australia day, and I'd like to talk just briefly, about nationalism. Now we all have it in us. You know, when you're overseas, and you have this urge to just call everyone mate, just because you can? And not even just mate, but MAYTE, just to really underpin the fact that you are in fact Australian. Have a giggle every time you get in a cab and the driver is actually an Indian man with a turban, when you're just sitting and watching tv and suddenly there's just this want to drink a beer or scream "JUST PASS IT TO THE BIG FUCKA YA FUCKIN' NOONGA!" I mean... what even is a Noonga? Seriously? So today, to celebrate the fact that I am Australian and fucking proud of it, I voyaged to Sunnybank to a friend's house. On the way, the cops pulled up next to me, said: "Hello, where are you off to today, and what's in the bag?" to which I replied, "Well, it's Australia day, so I'm off to eat lamb and spend my entire day in a pool. And in the bag is a towel, a camera and a bottle of water." After some official ID checking business, they let me go. There we, swam, played chicken, played ping pong, played beer pong, did shots to the shots song, ate lamb, ate steak, ate sausages and ate some fucking pineapples mate, and it was amazing. It was so amazing that I actually wore thongs on a train. Now for those of you who don't know me very well, I don't really wear thongs until I have to. I was wearing thongs. I had my fucking Australia flag towel, I had my fucking Triple J Hottest 100 playing at full volume from my phone, and I had my fucking Australia Day face on. The face that says "We're full. Fuck off." So in brief, I was in fact a bogan. But anything else would be just un-australian. Like eating chinese food on Australia day... I mean what would one call that kind of behaviour? Disgusting. So here I am, walking to 'Sevies' in thongs, a wet T-shirt from the bikini underneath, a bunch of mates, who were not wearing shoes wearing different Australia flag attire and were EXTREMELY drunk, thinking to myself: It's nationalism. It's fucking amazing. On my way home, dear Lucas walked me through the streets of Westend, in his Australia flag shorts, and his Australia flag bikini shirt, repeating things like "Why did you guys have to leave me with the vodka?" Anyway, my point is, and there is one I swear. I love Australia, I really fucking love it. It's beautiful, it's safe, it's amazing and everyone who lives there is in love with it, if not... just fuck off mate. And if loving Australia means I have to put on my bogan face, say 'fuck' every three and a half words and sing the National Anthem, in thongs, shorts and a singlet with a lamb chop in my left hand and my right wrapped around a mate, I'll fucking do it. I'll fucking do it every day of the fucking year. It's fucking nationalism mate, get it in ya!

Naushin.

Oh Shit, I almost forgot... PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4AchHTN-XQ
Summing up Australia Day in one line:
"Gonna get me holden with me mates and me VB, gonna get some fuckin' plastic flags- crazy clarks, gonna stick em out the windows of me holden, gonna leave em there till fucking October!"