Sitting watching mediocre nighttime TV has become a large part of my life. It all started last year after I would come home everyday from an excruciating day of year 12 pain, I would take a nap and then sit and watch the first piece of nonsense I could find. Last years season of The Block Glasshouse was a rough time for me, I became obsessed, which was probably terrible for my school work, but was great to forget about the ongoing stress, replacing it with the drastic turmoils of bathroom week. I became emotionally invested, like a 13 year old Justin Bieber fan, even shedding a tear on auction night when two of the couples only profited $10,000 after so much gruelling blood, sweat and tears.

This year I promised myself it would be different – simply because of the fact that Simon and Shannon, surf brothers and my favourite “couple” were nowhere to be seen. I was wrong about this show. I told myself I wasn’t interested, but then I saw the advertisements. Dea and Daz were back – bringing with them stiff competition and immense amounts of drama. So here I am, tuning in every night, and it isn’t because it’s an amazing show filled with a complicated plot, as that is what it’s not. It’s not good at all, but it’s the adverts that draw me in every single time.

In relation to the last lectorial about noticing, one thing i’ve noticed about the block is that all of the problems they encounter, they create themselves. It’s ridiculous. You have ceiling height issues because you chose to change the architectural plan. It. Is. Your. Fault. People on television may be getting air time and an occasional trend on twitter, but nobody ever said they were smart, no matter how well they can decorate a bedroom.