I dunno whats wrong with me.

I miss my friends man.

It started with talking to Al online the other day. One of our friends just won a major art prize and Im so proud of him. Seriously, Im so happy for him that I cried like a baby.

and because I miss home.

I didnt think I was going to make it to work on Thursday but I managed to pull myself together.

That day was also the day my new major purchase arrived.

My credit card took a major battering when I decided that I simply couldnt live without a mini Ipod. It has caused me difficulty since the moment it arrived though. First trying to pick it up from the depot, G going back and forth all day Friday to the place just to find out that a neighbor I'd never met had signed for it.

Then I discovered that the bloody thing needed an adaptor, having bought 2 different ones that didnt fit and being late for work twice in my plight to find one, I finally took the thing to the Apple store where the guy sold me a £2 attachment for it. My god, there had been tears and stamping of feet and it was that easy? So incredibly pissed off.

So I finally got it working for a while then it decided it wouldnt switch on.

More tears. Pathetic I know, but I was so excited about getting it. So frustrating. This stupid little machine toying with my emotions.

Anyway happily reset, its now indispensible. I cant go anywhere without it. Im becoming a gadget junkie.

Friday I got a lovely email from a fellow Melbournian I met over here,Cham, who is now at home.

Shes getting married!

*cue yobbo classic "All my friends are getting married"*

One of the things I love about Cham is how we can joke about our "bogoness" as shes from a bayside suburb not unlike mine except on the other side of the city.

Its weird to think of me in my early teens getting about in my sprayed-on jeans and heavy metal T-shirts. My mum wore trackies all the time and my stepdad was a wife beating redneck. I was a living breathing stereotype.

Somehow all this becomes funny around Cham.

And now, what the hell is with the Geri Halliwells and Gwenyth Paltrows of this world with their customised Judas Priest T-shirts and Ugg boots (read Urrghh boots)?

Has it all of sudden become cool to be a bogon? Or have they just fallen on hard times and started shopping in the Newport St Vinnies?