Midnight Drives and Responsible Decisions.

Last night I was invited to go for a midnight drive with one of my mates. 
Not a 'makin' mayhem' type of drive where the passengers are up to no good - this was a 'need to get out of the house and the situation I'm in drive' where we go to a location and relax; no rough housing at all. 
Luckily for me (though I didn't know this at the time) I had Uni in the morning, it was cold and to be honest, I really didn't want to go. So I declined. 
I declined despite I knew that there would be a special guest. 
So there was my friend (the driver), a mutual friend of ours - and the guest; a man friend of the driver, who (she made clear) was very single. 
Despite my cat-like curiosity I stayed home and today messaged her about how it went. 
The guest didn't go - after I was going she told him not to bother. OK definitely a set up situation. 
I wasn't up to coyness so I asked who he was. She told me. 
Now I've never met him personally and there was a reason why:
Not only is he an ex of the setter-upper-er, he's a douche (took her on dangerous car rides (go figure)) and a complete bogan/country arse. 

She tried to set me up with him!? 

Not only was a receiving her leftovers but she knew what he was like and that we would be TOTALLY wrong for each other in absolutely every way. 

I think there's something more going on here - there's no way she though we would actually date or that I would even consider him - it just wouldn't happen. 
I'm now starting to doubt her motives. 
Like some screwed over, retired spy - urgh. there's something wrong with me. 

I always thought being set up by a friend would be exciting, fun and he'd be my perfect match. But this was wrong on so many levels. 
I'm super glad I didn't go on last nights drive; I hate to think how I would have taken it at the time (over the computer was bad enough). 

She's not one of my favourite friends - she's full of drama and melodramas over everything. She only hangs out with me and a guy friend of ours. Our other friends are smart enough to keep their distance - maybe I should do the same. 

Thank God I have Uni to distract me. 

Bogan Boys and Babies.

I know I get a lot of traffic from overseas, so for those fortunate people that don't have to contend with the horror that is, a 'Bogan', here's what I'm talking about. 

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Sexy, aren't they? 

The reason these Bundy drinking, F word swearing, sub-woofers pumping, C bomb dropping bastards are the topic of conversation today, is because I am very...er lets say...fortunate...to be neighbours with lads like these. 

And It's really starting to get to me. 

They always have fights, rev up their shitty cars really loudly, have a horrible dog; which is gone into detail Here, smoke weed (and other illicit drugs, no doubt), drink till they're pissed, and fix up cars in their backyard (which is illegal by the way). 

*If there's any Australian cops reading this and wish to investigate, I'd be happy to oblige, just get into contact. 

Anyway; I could literally go on all day complaining about them. And this is basically why this post exists. 

Today I was hanging out the washing when I heard them outside. They were swearing (of course) and as the conversation went on, these two testosterone-d filled men got more and more angry with each other.

Needless to say I quickly hung out the washing and ran inside. 

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A couple of days ago I was reading and I could here two dogs fighting. My neighbours dogs. My neighbours all the while laughed and cheered as the two dogs went each other. I'm pretty sure that's also illegal; well at the very least RSPCA should check it out. 

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Australia Day - AKA Bogan Day. Parties like you wouldn't believe; crazy. I don't even want to go into detail. 

If you haven't guessed already, A Bogan isn't something you want to strive to be. But some strange, low aspiring people in Australia do. 

There are different levels of Bogan's, and the occasional soft Bogan is totally OK to deal with. 

What I always find funny are TV portrayals of the Bogan. However experiencing them in real life is not funny at all. Most of the time it's downright frightening. 

It also disturbs me when people from overseas (yeah, I'm talking to you) thinks all Aussies are, are Bogan's in Kangaroo pouches...lol. 

So basically, in conclusion, my life is made a living hell by the stereotype that is a Bogan. Because not only do I have a Bogan family on one side of my fence. There's another Bogan family on the other. 

*I'd just like to say, I'm not a Bogan...in case you were wondering. 

** Also if you are a Bogan...sorry if I offended you. I also congratulate you if you're able to read this; well done. Also, cover up that Southern Cross tattoo.