i've got a haystack if you're in the needle business

So last week I went out for some delicious eurasian food at Apandim Uighur with some of my Russian friends (and Sam. She is an honorary Russian, Liza once put her brother in a cage.) It was fun! I've written about the restaurant before, some of my parents' friends know the owners so we've been there for anniversary parties and the like, but this was my first time going with friends. The ordering process, it was so much simpler! The five of us threw in suggestions, and then Liza conferred with a waitress to check various spice levels before ordering two plates of rice, one plate of noodles, one of dumplings, THREE PLATES OF MEAT SKEWERS and a salad.

"One salad?" I asked, smirking.

"Fine, two salads," said Liza. "And naan!"

We later ended up ordering an extra plate of rice because we'd nearly finished it by the time the meat arrived (the rice was sticky, slightly sweet and contained soft bits of carrot, we basically just tipped it onto our plates and hoovered it down). Basically I am saying we ate a lot and it was awesome. I only managed two skewers of meat myself because I had filled up on delicious noodles and whatnot by the time they finally brought them out, but it was okay, there were two dudes at our table and they made up for me.

...and then we went for ice cream, because we are reckless fools XD

Well, I shared a crepe with Toly, because we both recognised that we were overdoing it just slightly :P I felt like I was going to explode. EXPLODE. Like a meat pinata. Enjoy that mental image, guys.

Anyway, the point of all that is that something we talked about as we were sitting in French Riviera nursing our wholly extraneous desserts has born fruit today. But have patience! I shall come to it.

I delighted Sam and Toly with the pertinent plot points of a genuinely fuckin' awesome movie I recently watched, Guitar Wolf: Wild Zero (Aliens! Transsexuals! Zombie make-outs! Rock'n'roll! Lightning guitar pick shurikens! ACE! DO IT!) with the result that I am now dedicated to arranging a viewing party at some point in the future! (Seriously guys, I love this thing with completely insufficient irony, jk_rockin's hunch that it was relevant to my interests was COMPLETELY ON THE MONEY.)

Then we somehow ended up talking about porn, possibly traumatising some random strangers sitting at the next table (I tend to forget that a phrase like "but it was just fifteen minutes of some guy jerking off in an elevator" is earmarked for the INSIDE voice), and THEN we got to talking about messy rooms (NO CAUSAL RELATIONSHIP) (I SINCERELY HOPE) and the upshot of all this is that today Liza came over and helped me clean my room.

There will be before and after photos eventually, right now it is not finished (there was TOO MUCH STUFF, she's going to have to come back another time) (she has threatened to make that time eight am tomorrow morning but I call bullshit, she will not be awake :P) but YOU GUYS. I HAVE THROWN AWAY SO MUCH PAPER, OH MY GOD.

There is SPACE IN MY DRAWERS. I HAVE SPACIOUS DRAWERS, AS THE MILKMAID SAID TO THE STABLEBOY. IT IS AMAZING.

Why was I keeping trigonometry exams from 2004? WHO KNOWS! What was the original purpose of that one weird plastic thing? WHO CARES! Why do I have a picture of myself lurking awkwardly in the background of a photo with Cathy Freeman? WHAAARGAAARBL! Full story once the job is finished, I just wanted to squee about it and somehow ended up writing about delicious noodles and shouty rock stars until two thirty in the morning. As you do.