haven't post...

haven't posted in here for a while...i'm sick, and i want to see the waifs tomorrow and my exams start on monday. I'm so desperate i did away with the hippie measures and actually went to the doctorI was unimpressed, but left with an elephant sized box of pencillin. The consultation lasted moments and he used a VERY hi tech everready torch to check my throat. that is the kind you buy in safeway. i have three in my cupboard.waifage tomorrow night...

my birthday celebrationess

me being laisse faire: "birthday tommorow come" this was friday lunchtime.naomi and natasha rock up on my doorstep as i'm walking out, on sat night. i've gone "party come" as they have gone - "it's tash's bday, party" and i've gone "fuck you, come with me" blah blah trippy stuffmet gen, steph, nat, nicole at flinders, food, where to go. we discovered three catergories and their locations european = lygon, trippy trendy veggie thai/greek/turish/innuit influenced food: brunswick street and asian = russell street/chinatown et al. finally decided on asian and walked around trying to find this japanese place we knew existed but disappeared on the 2nd of november. ended up in king of kings, not bad bar the duck we ordered to be sick cunts, which looked so gross i couldn't even touch. steph was morally opposed coz of ferdinand in babe. saw the dessert menu, which consisted of banana fritters and ice cream, apple fritters and ice cream, mango fritters and ice cream et al, so we trouped to rhumbarallas. mars bar cake... good for the eyes bad for the thighs. gen ended up spitting iced coffee all over the table when we wererecounting funny tales amd nicole and steph hit it off by bagging nicole's former and steph's current photography teacher, ms trifilo.gen, steph and nat had to head off, but nicole and i were still up for it, and we flatly refused to go to heresy. we ended up trouping about looking for a decent pub. couldn't find one in the city, kept getting cracked onto by drunken race goers. even funnier we kept getting asked if we wanted to buy drugs. the scene has become a fucking joke. its a farce of itself now. jumped on a tram to our usual haunt, brunswick street.had a couple of drinks in the evelyn, went for a walk and found a FGP, on the corner of alexandra parade and brunswick street. met up with esta. saw a guy i went to primary school with, lol. i hate tall people :P really good vibe, and fucking good muzak. a dj playing depeche mode mixed with the ferris buller soundtrack HAS to get you dancing... particularly after that much booze. $2.50 pots. tequila shotties... spent more money than i should have *dies* had crude drunken conversations with the girlies... ended up tripping down brunswick street singing "sheeeee woreeeee blueeeee velvetttttttttttttttttt blueeer thannnn velvettttt wereeee herrrr eyeeeeeees" NOTE TO SELF: blue velvet movie night at that pub 25/11/02 *nods*why am i writing about this as opposed to every weekend pub crawl!? it was the *VIBE*, a *very* good night, and i've recovered by now ;D