More than you are.

Warning! Warning! Aliens approaching! This blog post is highly auto-biographical and should only be read by ridiculously keen readers.

The people: How is that any different to the other tripe you post on this thing?

Kid A: Good point.

So read on...

This morning I was listening to triple j and they played Grinspoon's magical music creation:

Were you neurotic as a child?



Did they come around and watch your style?



Did you have plans to be a star?


Did you have plans to become more than you are?


I know I can answer a resounding YES to all those questions.

Not only that, I have fond memories of uni o-week when I indeed partied like it was 1999, because, well, it was. This song used to blast out of the speakers every day to wake up the poor little freshers, which I was one, that resided in a certain castle-like college. Then, of course, we would continually 'reminisce' about that first week every month or so for the next 3 years at college turns.

This got me a touch misty eyed and I thought I would compile a list of things that I missed about 1999:

• My first car - a 1997 Ford Laser Sedan with manual transmission (oh how I miss you, Mr Gear Stick).
  
• My laptop with a Windows 95 operating system, while it took about 5 minutes of whirring fan noises to turn on, it had my Freecell record -- a streak of 32o wins or so.
• "Working" as a promoter at Silvers which was the biggest rort ever. You got $1 and $1 worth of drinkcards for each person you got in on your doorlist (averaged about 30 each Thursday), but that equated to being a LOT OF ALCOHOL. Not only that, it helped to have a tech-savvy friend who scanned the drink card and printed off 20 or so meaning that a few of us would drink Coronas and other expensive drinks instead of $1 pots. Ooh yeah.
• On that note, also busted into several college balls - I seem to have a hazy recollection of White Russian at Whitley/Ridley.
  
• The Lemontree and annoying Alex JESAAAAAULLLLLLLEEEEEEENNNNNNKKKKOOO two doors down upon leaving.
  
• The Downunder (hang on, no wait, I don't miss that, that was f*n horrible with that crazy banana tasting Geelong Bitter).
• The excessively large pool of people to pash at uni because let's face it, you had already been with everyone decent in your small country town and were looking down the barrel of round two.
• My patent Airwalks - they were so hot right then. And my Royal Elastics. They were sooo beautiful.
• $1.50 sushi handrolls at uni.
• Thinking glitter was an acceptable form of eye make up.
• Jack-Jack-Jackie. Jackie when you're touching my soul in the candlelight.
  
• My triangle pillow. Those were good times.
• My waterbed. You may think - what was I thinking? - but I liked it. Even after seeing that scene in Nightmare on Elm Street 4, where a girl gets trapped in her water bed. (I'm sorry - that was the worst of the Nightmare series! The tone is set at the start when Freddy comes back to life through dog's pi$$!)
• Carlton actually being a solid AFL side. Ol' reliable Carlton. And while they lost the Grand Final that year to Wayne Carey North, they were the shiz. Andrew McKay, Fraser Brown, Matthew Lappin... the list of stars is as long as Dirk Diggler's Doodle.
  
• The excitement when Brett Lee burst on to the cricket scene as the 'next big thing'.
• Fitting into size 8 pants.
• Being able to sleep anywhere, anytime.

Memories like the corner of my mind.

Indeed Nana.