What to do when there are people sitting atop tram stops and hanging off traffic lights? Cheer on

Amazing times, my darlings, amazing times. I've officially been at boarding school, stuffy, crazy, senseless whirlpool of madness that it is (interpret that however you will), for a little over three weeks and Hallelujah! salvation is on the horizon. Weekend after next is the exeat weekend - home sweet home. Sad to say, having swallowed all my excessively humiliating tears which I feel free to share with you only because you've never actually met me, I will miss Melbourne when I scuttle home to the big empty bush. It's going to feel mighty uneventful. Rest assured, there'll be more posts than you can handle then, only because I have you to complain to as much as I like :D you're probably going to want to pick another blog to follow after that revelation, huh.
Today CC and I attended the Save Live Music SLAM rally in the city, Over a thousand people, all sweating and chanting and screaming together all the way from Swanston St up to Parliament House. We spent most of the time about four feet away from our music gods, which is possibly - probably - okay, I'll just admit it - totally the most amazing experience my sad, underdeveloped life has undergone so far. But it was a-fuckin-mazing. We were right up beside the musicmobile - the big van with all the musicians and emcee activists piled on top playing and screaming and leading the chants - and then we were literally right next to the speakers when we reached the steps of Parliament. No wonder I've lost all the hearing in my right ear. I may never feel the full effect of Breaking Benjamin ever again.
May I just point out that music activist guys are hot enough to warrant the temporary deafness.