So The Presets thing didn't end up working out. It was a bit too late. Argh.

Oh well. So on Sunday Den, Robyn and I went to Federation Square at 8am to be a part of Channel 10's Video Hits live telecast thing. Apart from the freebies and Something For Kate, it was so shite. The host, Axle Whitehead, is the biggest lame-ass, and it was really funny, because as you would expect from a crowd of people there to see bands like SFK and Wolfmother, you'd get a lot of "You Suck, Axle!" , "Axle is a wanker!" - even though most of them were teeny boppers themselves. You get kids who are like 13 years old... girls who are like so prissy... wearing their Bettina Liano jeans and crazy over Wolfmother. Have they listened to Wolfmother before? Do they even like it for the music? All they do is say "Omg, he's SO hot". Puh-lease.

Just imagine an entire crowd of teeny boppers who think that they are at a real rock concert so they try to dress 'rocky' - big Marge Simpson red necklaces, red lipstick, blue tights but with grandma shoes. Y'know its like the whole concept that goes "I'm wearing this accessory. This MAKES me a rock chick, it's the defining item, thus, I am cool". God, it was as if 'style' freaked out and ran out of the room. Some even brought along their mothers in case they had fainted in the midst of this totally mild "rock concert". There were a handful of kids with Ramones hoodies who just looked like the type of people you felt where you could go up to and ask "Please name for me three Ramones songs", and they wouldn't know what to say.

The whole crowd was slightly dodge. I felt old. But what can you really expect when its a Video Hits taping AND there are Nova 100 vans parked around. For the first time I missed the Big Day Out crowd. At the BDO I felt comfortable and even great to be just walking around by myself having lost my friends in the crowd because everyone was there for the music, everyone was real and everyone didn't give a fuck whether or not you're 'cool' because everyone WAS cool. Here, it was completely opposite... I lost Dennison and Robyn for like two seconds and immediately I almost freaked out. I walked around with the most worried expression on my face, peering everywhere, "Robyn!", "Den!", "Where are you!", "help!" and all these icky kids around me staring at me. Immediately and without hesitation I reached into my bag and rummaged for my phone. "Where's my phone! I'm lost! Omg! I'm scared! Save me!!!!!!!!"

We wanted to get these lanyards - some access pass to get to the front of the stage. Then we realised that they were giving out signs saying "I love Video Hits" for you to hold up for the camera and immediately we decided that we will not sell ourselves like that. Or even to be exposed on TV. In fact, we probably drew attn to ourselves. In the midst of the screaming 15 year olds for the camera, find the three Asians standing still, arms crossed, with a slight concerned look on their faces. Hilarious.

We we waited like four hours before SFK got to play their two songs! Two songs! But it was well worth it. I'm too lazy to put piccies up now, maybe later. For the four hours we entertained ourselves by scoring freebies such as the free gifts that come with each issue of TV Hits and Girlfriend magazines. The free TV Hits magazines that they were giving out were packaged with Sharpie pens. So whilst the entire crowd was still oblivious to the fact that there were three giant crates of free mags, we helped ourselves to ripping off as many Sharpies for ourselves off the magazines. Who wants a magazine that features Westlife, The Veronicas, and a horde of other gay ass top 40 groups. Then I took two Girlfriend magazines, one for myself and one for Brendan as research material for our "Pathetic Teenage Confession" segment on our Podcast. The magazine came with free Kiwi Fruit Lipbalm which I took four because it was great. Then Robyn and I sat down on some steps, turned to the "hunk of the month" page in Girlfriend and started turning him into a tranvestite with our Sharpie pens.

Now, thank God that The Arctic Monkeys gig is an over 18 event. Reading through Girlfriend, they can't stop saying shit like "Omg, we are like SO excited that the Sheffield boy rockers, THE ARCTIC MONKEYS, are going to be rocking out down under!", like ick.

We also entertained ourselves by picking out people in the crowd who we thought had Myspace profiles and who would have really dodgy photos of themselves pouting at the camera wearing excess eye-liner trying to look hardcore. I discovered something funny. When you shout "Myspace!", atleast ten people turn and look at you - obviously because they have some close association to it.

Also another ground breaking observation that I had made was that even though 90% of girls would say that they hate Paris Hilton and think that she is the biggest good-for-nothing rich bitch on this planet, they still are fascinated by her. How do I know this? Tell me, if you're a girl or you're a guy who knows girls (I'm assuming you aren't that sad), and have a rather negative opinion about Paris Hilton as a human being, whenever they see her in the media, be it in the newspaper, a magazine, TV or whatever, they will ALWAYS look at her and be interested in the associated article with a fixation that cannot be compared with any other celebrety of similar lifestyle/status.

For example, Shakira's video clip that came up on the big screens at Fed Sq that morning caught hardly anyone's attention. Except maybe the guys. And this Indian guy who was dancing along to it by means of thrusting his hips fowards and backwards, left and right. But when Paris Hilton's video clip of her new song came out, the whole crowd of girls perk up, shouted "Booo!!". After the crazy fits of laughter from them about how ridiculous Paris is in that clip, there was complete silence and complete unwavering fixation to the screen. I looked around and ALL of them were just staring up at the screen - each and every one with the exact same facial expression that read "She's such a spoilt brat but, wow, she is stunning nevertheless and even though her song sucks, she is capable of making a remotely decent achievement of something so many people wish they could do - be a pop star, singing a song that immediately goes to top ten. What's more, she's filthy rich and gets anything that anyone could possibly want without having to work for it. I wish I could have her life, have her body and have all that attention even though I hate her for what she is." Admit it girls, we are all jealous of her to some (major) extent. Who wouldn't want a rich daddy to provide for you (and possibly five generations after you) for your entire life without you having to work for any of it?

Anyways, I'm really tired and I have a 9am start tomorrow so I think I'm going to go to bed. This is the last 'first day of the semester' for the rest of my life!