nothing about the weather

Hello Blogspot, we've met again I see.
I'm not sure what to right but I have been advised by my big brain of mine to just ramble on about anything; and disregard any informal or incorrect punctuation or grammar.
Haha

So,
I went to the AFL grand final [look at me using caps already], to see my bloody team play against Sydney Swans.
This is going to start sounding like a year eight 'back from holidays, what the fuck did you do?' essay.. So my apologies in advance.
It was a good game although I kind of wish it was a closer match so I could get nerve rack and start sweating and screaming at anyone who goes for goal. But it didn't really turn out like that; Hawthorn had the game 15 minutes in. Boring, I know but we relied on chance they hadn't had a certain win as of just before third quarter.
Haha it is like a year eight reflective task,
I need to grow up or read a thesaurus or something because my own writing is beginning to really bore me.
I surprised myself at the comments I pulled to the players but I couldn't resist since the seats dad bought for us were fucking impressive.
And honestly, I haven't seen or felt a more uplifting space in a very long time. Going from three to five people and the same four walls to a hundred thousand and an innumerable amount of concrete walls making a circular auditorium with a sunroof as big as the floor. So much good noise, that was really fucking loud but this time didn't even shock any tears. And the vibesssss, my god, that was something I took with me home. Well I hoped to anyway, it so god damn, bloody refreshing.