PHWOAR FLIPS, do you have a Time Turner?

I may look like I've had a busy 24th of June (you don't know the half of it), but I'm pulling my Tumblr posts. Saves you time if you want to see them. They, in their original form, live here.

So! Australia, wow. Tonight's a grand night in this country. We've got the soccer (inevitable loss, we're not going through, and I am clearly unpatriotic and a traitor, but I don't care) against Serbia, which is vaguely interesting. But I'm far more interested in Julia Gillard contesting Kevin Rudd for leadership. Facebook went crazy tonight, and I got all ready to start dancing for Gillard already taking the spot.

Unfortunately, not yet. Tomorrow - or this? - morning at 9am, there'll be a ballot, and we'll find out who the new prime minister is.

As you can probably tell, I'm backing Gillard. It'll be interesting if she gets it, as a female leadership dynamic would be a fierce thing to behold. Politics may be a boy's club, but really, I think it's clear that females do have the necessary fire and logic to run a country. It'll be great. I'm not sure what I'm fully expecting from her leadership, but I'm excited. A new direction for Australia. I was hesitant about voting for Kevin this year (Abbott wasn't actually in my sphere of consciousness, I'm that against voting for him), but this works nicely.

Now - soccer.

From what I can understand from my brother's explaining, essentially Australia's not really likely to get through to the next round. Sunrise and Today newsreaders, get ready to despondently unwind your green-and-gold scarves; people watching in pubs and on the streets, throw down your beers in disgust. I predict a loss, and I'm actually going to watch it this time.

Matches I'm looking forward to? Brazil vs. Portugal, tomorrow night, and Chile vs. Spain, Saturday morning. I'm backing Brazil (Kaká's skill being explained in previous posts) and Chile (heritage reasons, I'm at least patriotic here).

World Cup, I love you. I may not appreciate the soccer gene being forced on me by Chilean soccer fanatics who dominate my family, but I love watching. I love the excitement you bring. And I love that every 4 years, the vuvuzelas are held aloft and everyone just storms out with the soccer enthusiasm.

I salute you, FIFA.

And Australian politics.

You two have made my night.

Eurovison, AKA THE HAPPIEST DAY ON EARTH.

So by now, it’s common knowledge that Germany won Eurovision last night. A disappointment is pretty much all it is for me. Lena? You hear her poppy sound everywhere. MaNga, I think, should’ve won. They were fantastic.
Also, I fell madly in love from the moment the hosts announced them and they responded with an oh-so-suave nod at the camera, rather than hysterical screaming. Happiness, epitomised.

Seeing as I am yet to cross into off-peak territory with my downloads, I can’t download the happiness that they gave me. However, I’ve got Alexander Rybak on repeat. I didn’t watch Eurovision last year. I was looking for a Blyss/Lifehouse song, Fairytales and Castles, and this came up. I’ve been hooked ever since. And then, yesterday, I watched this video. Sheer, sheer happiness.

Anywho.

The point is, Eurovision should be mandatory viewing. At this time next year, I’m hoping to be in England or Scotland. If that happens, you’ll see me at Eurovision, dancing excitedly. Or, as I saw most people doing, dancing with dogs. I will probably have donned a ridiculously kitschy but oh so awesome outfit, somewhat similar to the host’s lime green, sequin-covered, velvet shirt, or, perhaps, butterfly wings that sprout during emphatic moments of the song.

But still. Turkey had to win. Thankfully, SBS’s scorechart agreed with the awesomeness. Turkey beat out Greece and Germany. Australia, I have never been prouder of you. I mean, you suck at soccer… but really, you know your Eurovision results.

And now, coming to SBS? The world cup. Ahh yes. There’s a dilemma… do I be patriotic? (Not in the case of Australia; anyone who tries to blame fails on being cursed is just sad.) Chile, apparently, is pretty fail too.

Who am I kidding? Brazil. It’s all about Kaká.

Now… to await the inevitable throwing of stones…