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When the weekend crashes on you like the student network before a scheduled power outage, there are two solutions.

You could spend $56 on tub after tub of ice-cream, or you could buy a ticket to the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.

Common sense had not quite left me yet (of course not - everyone should fork out more than half of a hundred bucks to sit like a goon by themselves), therefore I chose the healthier option.

It was the most fun I had this weekend.

The DBS Arts Centre is a cosy little setting, which smells like Matthew, and sex, and has seats very low and close to the stage so that in seat D5 I was right about eye level with the comedians' feet. But it was perfect, because for some reason I've always felt that you have to watch comedy in the front rows. Big-ass musicals you watch where you can see all the delightful sets and costumes and technicolour lights; stand-up comedy you watch as close as you can get.

It was awesome because I needed to laugh, and I certainly did. A less shy-and-polite (i.e. more drunk) crowd would have been nice though. I won't go into detail reviewing the acts; I don't want to. I'd go back next year if I could get together some friends who have cash to throw about... or maybe just go back myself again.

You know what would be lovely?

What would be lovely is if I could hang out with friends at some comedy bar and chill and drink trashy beers and be happyhigh and therefore dare to heckle people on open mic and ruin their lives going to watch live comedy on a regular basis. It does good things to the soul.

Of course, not paying for it helps the soul a lot more, like extra chicken soup on a dark stormy night.

Possibly why I love the Madhatters to bits.

I've always wanted to get into the 1NiteStand but it's 50-friggin-bucks every time and I can't get in anyway because even though I'm 18 I'm clearly not as mature as I would be if I were 21.

Okay enough about comedy. The second-best time I had this weekend was Saturday when Sue Anne decided to go into the staff toilet on the 6th floor.

(No, that wasn't particularly exciting.)

Basically, while she was inside, Kenny Teh Yonglord came out of the lift and after an understandably confusing conversation, I came to realise that he wasn't going to stop teaching us after all.

You see, the day before, he had said:
1. Today is my last official day here.
2. I'm going to go off tomorrow.
3. I'm going to Australia to be a PR.

And I had said omg what are you serious is this an early April Fool's joke and he said no.

Well, he is going to Australia (in fact he's probably already in Queensland) but he's going there on a sort of week-long photography/videography trip, to see the rainforests and film waterfalls and get beaten up by bikini babes on the beach for taking their picture.

And he will still be teaching us, but he will probably leave in about a year when his PRship gets through and when he finishes up our semester. He wants to go to Australia to study some more.

Anyway Sue Anne and I talked to him for quite a while about anything and everything that he was willing to tell us, which made me a fair bit cheerier. One, because he is extremely enthusiastic and passionate about what he does; two, because although he's not exactly someone that will appear in everyone's Most Inspiring People list, he is encouraging and I am thankful for it; and three, because we were standing next to the toilet and laughing at each other.

I told him he was very ngaio, and that it is very difficult to be in his class, and I hope he didn't take it to heart. I don't think he did anyway.

K it's 2.25am. I have to be in school in about 5.5 hours or Her FrouFrouness will beat me up. Bye.

Edit (9.08am in school): Her FrouFrouness didn't beat me up cos she was late. Which is a good thing, too, because the scheduled power outage hasn't been rounded up yet so we can't use the computers anyway.