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On Friday night I discovered my workmate Amber (she's from Leeds and has a tops accent), was going out to see group at hi-fi on her own. Impressed by such musical dedication I asked to go with her and was happy to see she was dying for someone to come with her - her boyfriend works till 2am every night and couldn't go. So we had a couple of drinks at her place and the very kind serp drove us there. I'd never heard of this group, Crazy Penis, and judging from the too cool for school crowd I guessed they're still quite protectively underground (and have held onto their name for that reason). I also surmised that from seeing a person there who used to go to dance parties a lot and always had to be ahead of the crowd. Anyway, aside from the masses of jeans tucked in boots, armwarmers, peroxide and generally bad tans, Crazy Penis were really good. The lead singer was very uninhibited and sexy and she did a very jazz cover of one of my all time favorite tracks (Inner City - Good Life), and when she held the microphone to the crowd for the chorus, much to my disgust, no one knew it but me and I wasn't close enough. Goddamn trendies knowing only what is front and never what is obscure!

I had a really really good time, Amber is lots of fun and loves to dance like a maniac. I met this guy there called Jai who is in Melbourne working on some movie called Ghostrider for the year, and in true film and tv form, started out of high school as a mailboy for channel 7 and has worked his way up to art department. He told me he noticed my dancing and asked if I go to dance school, to which I replied in the negative but that I fully intend to this year. He said I really should and started to recommend this great place in Richmond, and I said "dancefactory?" and he said yes and was quite surprised. This makes the third person who has recommended this place - the universe is definitely trying to tell me something. He told me that he goes there for the hip hop class (I was considering the jazz) and hoped to see me there. Which he will because I'm going.

When I went to Ambers house though, I noticed all these really fucking good paintings everywhere and realised they were hers. I became instantly jealous and told her so and made her show me her portfolio - arghhh she is so good! We were talking about fashion and she wants to start a label with me, (I wear what I make to work), and she told me how her confidence is shot and I was all ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. So yeah, serious talent there and we discussed it all night. Afterward we felt walky and went to Hungry Jacks and saw some guy fucking up in there and then serp came and got us and I got to bed at 4am and didn't get up till 4pm woohoo!

Then, wait for it, serp finally agreed to come to Smorgys with me. Now I know you have all warned me off Smorgys but as serp said, you have to go once and I did, and now I agree with you all. It's a pity too, the restaurant is quite nice inside with beautiful views...but the food. Oh my god the food. Take the most generic thing you can find, write 'generic' all over it, take a photo of it, put it in the dictionary under generic and you still wont come close to the ordinariness of smorgys. You may as well go to the supermarket. The fruit was near rotten. The bread wasn't bread. At the line for the chocolate sauce after I got the ice cream, an old man pointed to the chocolate sauce after trying a bit said to his old man friend "what is that?" and his friend said "chocolate sauce" and he said "hmm, doesn't taste right".

The ice cream itself was unbelievably ersatz, it was milk flavored, sugar flavored and possibly ice flavored. As I returned to my table with it, a small child at another table said to her Dad "Daddy it doesn't taste like ice cream". At this point I was laughing (near hysterically). The families there were standard bogans but no obnoxious, there was a gigantic (in number as well as size), Tongan or Maori (I really can't tell), family next to us and they were in their standard adidas bogan getup but had top of the line mobile phones and were a bit rude but meh, nothing was offensive as the food. A pity too, the place could be quite good but jeeeez the food is bad - no wonder they dont allow cameras in there and go nuts whenever A Current Affair tries to do a story on them!.
We found that whole experience quite entertaining though so was definitely worth it. There was like, no refuge from the bad food (except the calamari rings).

Later on we watched The Forgotten, well shot, but got lost in its own premise to the point where the end was just too easy, almost like no story was developed around the initial idea just filled in with lots of chase scenes. Then we watched Finding Neverland, I enjoyed that added dimension to Peter Pan, indeed as an adult like Finding Neverland better but I'm not sure I could watch it again because I felt traumatised by the end, it simply brought up too much. The end scene, where the little boy shuts his eyes and says with such delight "I can see her" cut quite deep because while he might have finally found a way into his imagination, once that image is there is can never be erased. Sometimes I really think I'd rather not be able to see when I close my eyes (my imagination was terribly vivid as a child already), because my imagination now operates in full 3 dimensional real time and I appear to have very little control over it (except when I'm just about to fall asleep). Still it was a very good movie and it actually made me want to go and read more about Barrie so thats a good thing.

I stayed in bed most of today as well and its amazing, I have overslept ridiculous amounts and my headaches are gone and my eyes are fine! Good thing I'm having them checked tomorrow. Ahhh another essay blog. I could be extremely efficient and use my words wisely, really think about what I'm writing and get all this shit out in some kind of brilliant and poetic way, but I'm lazy. This page (indeed archive now, they go back to 2001), is less so the general public can read it and more so I can remember my life. I have a terrible and very selective memory so I need this shit. I want my life to be remembered by me! Hello future me! Aren't I good for remembering your life for you!