COLLINGWOOD IS THE BEST. :P

Arizona: the place where all football-related injuries magically disappear.

Yay, it's a miracle! The rapture must have come and saved Jolly and Swanny from a life of pain, by booking them flights to Arizona mid-year.

It's like heaven! Only you get to come back to Australia (a.ka. the Real World) when you're completely healed.

This is brilliant! Hopefully they are back by July 3rd so that we can smash Hawthorn back to Tasmania the finals. And we will win! With two extra fit ruckman and an uninjured Brownlow medallist, we can beat those pussy cats and peck their eyes out with our epic beaking.

The other teams won't know what hit 'em. I mean, there they are, with their hybaric chambers and injury-prone ruckman, travelling around Australia playing football..... while we, side-by-side back-to-back premiers, relax and chill in Melbourne while our best players can afford to jet off to the Magical Gypsy Land Of The Healing Salt Lake with the pixies and eskimos using fairy dust to cure their injuries.

Go us. We, with our hundred thousand members, jetting off to holiday locations, for relaxing in a spring-fed pool and laying around in the sunshine, tanning our well-built muscly bodies.

Yay.

WINNING.

The radio commentators described this as: "Swanny flying gracefully... like a swan."

Anyway, Collingwood thrashed Richmond's pants off last night. :P
Swanny and Daisy = awesome. They both kicked a few goals, took a fabulous mark and interviewed by Tim Watson at the end of the game.
(But they didn't end the interview with "Okay, mate" in Mark Thompson-esque style. I was slightly disappointed. Haha.)

And little Puckasaurus kicked one goal (his tally is now 11) but he isn't the leading goalkicker anymore. :(
He did have several chances to kick more goals but due to some unselfishness, he handballed it off to someone else. GOAL ASSISTS WILL NOT WIN YOU THE COLEMAN MEDAL, JARRYD BLAIR! Get that into your little head.

Anyhoo, the little guy turned 21 a few days ago. He celebrated by going out to dinner with a few friends, but I WASN'T INVITED. Whut.
Ugh.

In other news, JHutch continues to be cast as Peeta. Blahhh. I hoped that this would some late April Fools joke, that Josh Hutcherson wasn't really in the movie, that they had actually chosen Chord Overstreet but couldn't tell anyone now because that would be spoiling the end of the McKinley High Prom where Blaine and Sam fight to the death, both wanting to get it on in the backseat of the limo with Kurt, and because Darren Criss is some kind of LIFE RUINER, he pushes Sam off a cliff. Sad, sad ending. BUT NOW, CHORD OVERSTREET IS FREEEEEEE! Free to play the baker's son, the boy with the bread, the gorgeous Peeta. Yay.

Let's play Real Or Not Real with these two pictures:

NOT REAL. This is Photoshopped. As if JHutch would go near a loaf of bread. I mean, really. He's too much of a prat.

REAL. Chord Overstreet holding a piece of PITA BREAD. And that's probably lamb stew with plums on the bread. The clues are obvious! We found the perfect Peeta! Yay!

The end.
P.S. James Hird, if you are reading this, YOU'RE GOING DOWN. Bring it on.

I'M AN ARTIST, YOU GUYS.

I'm actually pretty proud of my Swanny picture.
Well, the writing sort of ruins it, idk. I shouldn't have written "Dane Swan" on there, I think everyone knows it's him. lol.

But yeah, I am totally a budding artist. You wish you were as awesome as me. :P.

And don't ask why Swanny has a pointy head in my picture. Whatever.

The writing is meant to be his name with ink running down the page. Y'know, like tattoo ink.
idk. I should remove it. :/.

(I drew it on DeviantArt, btw~. They have a new section where you can draw pictures. It's totally awesome.)
:).