The weekend was pretty cool. 'Twas the hatching day of my flatmate Chops* and so her family and friends assembled at Masala for the eating of delicious curries. I got her an Adulthood Trophy, inspired by the one in Hyperbole and a Half, of which Chops is a big fan. So now she has proof that she is a Responsible Member of Society and to be taken seriously by older people wearing tweed and stern or possibly constipated expressions.
Tomorrow will be my last day at work. YAY REDUNDANCY! It was a good run, and I learned a lot while I was there and met some cool people, plus having a year in the same place doing magaziney things will look good on the old portfolio. I'll get depressed about design job hunting in the current economic climate later. In the meantime I've already sent off a couple of applications. Whoo!
On Saturday we're heading down to the waterfront with some friends to watch this year's explosive firework display. Hopefully they'll choose not to end it with Katie Perry this time around. There's something a little embarrassing about having a pop radio station blast out the latest shitty teen anthem at the end of a cool public event, like having enough tons of gunpowder going off in the harbour to change local weather patterns was somehow not hip enough for the kids.
*This is my pet name for her. I chose it on the basis that it doesn't suit her whatsoever.
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