Everybody's Gonna be Happy, and that means You and Me.

Writing blogs was a fuckload easier when depressing things came easily to me.
So was writing anything, actually.
I'm beginning to think Van Gough was onto something.
Oh wait. He painted. Whatever same thing. Creativity is universal and all that.

Anyway.
The commonwealth games are shit this year, ey?
I mean seriously, how hard can it be to get more than 4 people at each event? You're not advertising mongolian death rituals, for fucks sake.
India really stitched themselves up on that one.
And the broadcasting is awful.
Last night me and dad were watching the swimming, and the girl broadcasting didn't know which way was up. She sounded like she was just having a chat in the stands and had no idea anyone other than her bemused, but affable friend was listening to her.
She kept making these totally obvious, mundane calls like, 'oh that girls got her cap down very low,' or, 'Ah and here they come. And look at the New Zealand girl, listening to her ipod! But no, it's good to see that the New Zealanders are getting out there.'
Oh golly. I honestly didnt notice how low that girls cap is. It is rather low, isnt it? I expect it's just one of those quirky little things.
And oh look, they've just jumped into the water! I expect soon they might just start swimming too!
Even I could do a better job than that jerk.