razorblades
Ok, first off, thanks to Adam for the heads up re: the magic that is O-zone. Possibly the best song ever. I've no idea what it's called though.
Life is so boring right now. Olympics are over, which leaves a gaping hole in the nightly TV viewing. In fact I'm getting nothing right now, as my Nana is over from NZ and staying in one TV room, and Dad is glued to the other one as it's John fucking Wayne week. Now some of these movies are half decent due to unintentional comedy (thanks to the SportsGuy for that term), but the vast majority are so beyond even that, that they are totally unwatchable.
I really hate bouncers. Went to the AFL on Saturday night, Swans march on thanks to a fairly healthy win over the Weagles, and then hit the town afterwards. Went down to Cargo bar, which is a fairly trendy (so it thinks) place down on the harbour. It was actually pretty good for once, as we were getting cheap drinks due to someone behind the bar that we knew, and free food as well. Anyway, the friend I was with knew some girls who were 'upstairs', which is apparently some sort of exclusive part. Basically the bouncers let you in there if you're female and attractive, or a male personal friend of the bouncer. Anyway, we tried to get in saying that our girlfriends were inside (who came to meet us), but the dude said they were full or something. Fair enough, we think, and we move on. We turn around to wave at the girls, and all of a sudden the bouncer starts charging after us. We stop, having no idea what is going on. The bouncer deadset tackles my friend for no apparent reason. He gets up spouting some bullshit about racism - possibly the stupidest excuse I've ever heard, as it turns out he was greek - as is friend whom he tackled. Cut a long story short (ok shortER....), the cops saw what happened, stepped in and told the dude to step off ("you told him to step off?!!"). Great times.
We then went to Wallaby bar, home of 18 year old private school kids who love the fact they are allowed into pubs legally. They were also showing Jackass the movie for some strange reason (they usually have old random rugby matches 24/7). Anyway, talked to some people - everyone had an IQ of under 10 it seemed - got some girl's number, only to find out she was SIXTEEN. 1-fucking-6. Ridiculous. She looked 21. I swear officer.
Only thing left to do was to win some money on the pokies. AND HOW. I think we won anyway.
Sunday was bad hangover, followed by reading articles on Monkeys on Cocaine. As you do.
Today was Monday, and I came home sick from Uni. Still a little under it. Saw The Bourne Supremacy with Dad (big Ludlum fan). Not bad. I'm always disappointed by books ---> movies though, so I guess that means it was pretty good. Oh yeah, we had a massive hailstorm here yesterday as well. Crazy. Check it out.
That's fucking Bondi Beach in the first one.
Muse on Friday. Yes.