I'm so glad it's Friday. I just need some rest. Today, I almost just stayed in my room all day and did reading and watched tv and movies! But I forced myself to go get a lightbulb and clothes hangers, which I needed to do. I also ended up getting... a sweater and a cute shirt! Baahhh, spendin' too much moolah. But they were super deals, each was ten bucks. I'm just trying to integrate myself into Australian fashion. Sort of. I don't want to give up my own style, but I do feel like my sense of style is just nothing like some Australians'. So I got one shirt that I thought was sort of Australian-style. It has lace cap sleeves. It's pretty cute! It was one of the only things I actually thought was cute in the store, along with the sweater (a plain light blue. Brings out my eyes!).
Oh, another thing:
Cute Australian boys who ride motorcycles.
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I saw these two guys walking back to my room leaning on their bikes and they were quite attractive and I absolutely swooned. Sigh. I know motorcycles are like little death traps you can ride, but I think people look really good riding them.
So I think I might get some reading for my presentation done, or I might paint my nails and watch United States of Tara. Haha. One or the other. Ummmm but it's dinner time, so I'm going to go chomp some down.
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Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Shopping and Jazz Clubs
Alright, friends and family, it is about time I get out of this hellish place called UniLodge. So a few days ago, the light in my bathroom wouldn’t turn on, but they fixed it a couple days later, but now it doesn’t work again. So they just posted a sign on the door saying to use bathrooms on other floors where the light does work, because they can’t get someone to fix it until Monday.
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So, coming back from this jazz club tonight, I walked past the bathroom, saw the sign, then took the elevator down one floor to use their bathroom.
Oh guess what? This bathroom’s pretty much flooded! The floor is completely covered in water. They had to make up for the fact that the lights weren’t broken, so they messed up the plumbing. Not to mention there was no toilet paper in the stall…
Really??? Really!!! What the heck is going on with this place??? My lights won’t work, there’s a whole in the hallway window, downstairs the bathroom’s flooded. I wonder what’s wrong with the other floors. Monika said when she lived here her fridge smelled like a decomposing body, so that’s a start.
You know, earlier today, I felt sort of weirdly bad for leaving UniLodge, like I’m giving up or something and it could be some great learning experience to stick it out here blah blah blah. Like I just met this guy this morning in the elevator, who was extremely friendly and I feel like I would like to know him better, but I doubt I will ever see him again if I leave UniLodge. So I felt sort of bad for leaving. Like, awww, now I won’t know this one friendly guy. Well, now I don’t feel bad. :)
Maybe in the next couple days of me still being here, I will see the guy again, I think his name was Hugh, and we will become biffles (best friends forever, for you older generation folks) and then we will make sure to exchange numbers and hang out all the time even after I leave. Possible. Not probable. Too bad.
So now I am holed up in my room, as far away from the extreme discomfort I get near the bathrooms or kitchen (though the discomfort is seeping in… the handle fell off of one of my drawers. !!!), in my jammies and slippers, with my heater on and the rest of my Mint Crush Tim Tams, and I will tell you about my day.
* side note: the handle of my dresser drawer! Like, oh my God! The place is crumbling down around me! I HAVE to get out!!! *
today I did a lot of things. I first dropped off a copy of my original housing application at Queens, came back a while later so they had a chance to look at it (luckily I listed Queen’s as one of my top 3 colleges I wanted to go to) aaaaaaaaand they officially ACCEPTED MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE THE WORLD!!!!! I think the whole housing application process thing was a bit of a formality, because the Vice Master seemed to really like me, and I really liked him, and they really wanted to fill the room. So I ran back to UniLodge and I was like “FILL MY ROOM ASAP” and they were like, “okay, okay, calm down” and I ran off singing show tunes.
I have actually had some funny songs stuck in my head these past couple of days. Songs that fit my situation. Like “Part of you World” from Little Mermaid, and “Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” by The Smiths, and “I Want You to Want Me” by… whoever that is.
After that, I skyped with my daddio to let him know the deal, and then Olivia and I just went into the city to sort of waste time and do some shopping. The first shopping I’ve done here! Which would seem like a feat for me, but here in Australia, the fashion is different. Not in an obvious way, but when I look at clothes, most of them don’t attract me right away, because they’re just not quite… there. They’re just different. And I am also quite the bargain hunter, so most things are just too expensive. I might have to get used to that, though, because lost things here are more expensive than they would be in the States.
Olivia is still having a bit off a tough time here, because she gets homesick pretty easily, so I just hung out with her the rest of the night. We went to dinner at Queens, where I met more people who I told I would be moving in with. They were all very excited for me! And all congratulatory that I got in. Maybe they feel it is pretty exclusive to live there. Well, the Vice Master said the Australian students are “sent through the ringer” when it comes to applying and getting in. The international students don’t have it so bad, but there still was no room for me on campus originally, so…
Anyway, we went to dinner, then hung out with the people on her floor. It is actually AWESOME that they all hang out in the hallway. Because then you can just go out your door and say hi or sit down and chill out. A bunch of people tonight were going to a 21st birthday party for someone in Queens. I guess 21st’s are a big thing here too… even though they don’t mean anything… it’s kind of weird. I think they just like an excuse to all dress up in theme. The theme for tonight’s was Arabian. The boys looked HILARIOUS with makeshift turbans that matched their ties and/or pants. One guy was wearing slightly see-through pants, because they were flowy and Arabian-ish, like Aladdin pants. Or MC Hammer. Either way, they were all really interested in meeting me and were excited for me to come and were all fun and easy to talk to. I spoke to more guys than girls, I think, which was interesting. I’ve always been more of a girls’ girl.
Those guys all went to the birthday party, which Olivia wasn’t invited to because she didn’t know the girl all that well. Then I convinced Olivia to go the jazz club that a couple people were going to, including this one guy, Ray, who was on her floor and who was very nice and wanted us to come. I just thought Olivia needed to get out and have something take her mind off of missing home. I’m not sure if it worked, but at least it was something to do. Olivia tends to not think in the present, so she will think about how long it is until she goes home, or until her parents come to visit, or if she might be able to leave early, stuff like that. That’s really detrimental, I think, to her having fun here. You can’t just be counting down to going to home all the time. You won’t be able to appreciate what you’re doing here.
The jazz club was … interesting. Haha I’ve never been to a jazz club, I don’t think, but it was sort of just what I expected. It was dark and small; everyone got quiet and watched the performers when they were onstage. I felt a little awkward because I didn’t have a scarf or thick-rimmed glasses. Soooo hipster. I saw many little bobbing hipster heads in the audience. Seriously, the guys there had that sort of fancy trimmed facial hair, like a goatee or thin beard outlining their jaw. They looked like Collin Farrell on a really bad, bad day. Not quite so attractive, though. I think the people from Queens who we came with went because a girl living in Queens’ brother was playing saxophone.
Olivia and Kirsten (another “Queener” as they would call her) and I all went back at the little break between sets they took. I just came back to UniLodge, because I can’t quite move into Queens just yet, and Olivia and Kirsten went to Queens. I’m thinking I will pack up some things tomorrow, even if I don’t get a call that they’ve filled my room. I’ll just be prepared when they do call. :)
And I think Olivia and I will go to St. Kilda tomorrow. Which is supposed to be this really pretty beachy place near the shore somewhere.
Oh, and I got my concession card today! Which means my tram tickets are half price. Awesome. So yep, I need to go to bed now. I am almost over this cold, it is almost gone. So I just need to get good sleep and take some more vitamin C and work it out. Goodnight! Or g’day! Whatever. I love and miss everyone a TON! xoxoxo
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So, coming back from this jazz club tonight, I walked past the bathroom, saw the sign, then took the elevator down one floor to use their bathroom.
Oh guess what? This bathroom’s pretty much flooded! The floor is completely covered in water. They had to make up for the fact that the lights weren’t broken, so they messed up the plumbing. Not to mention there was no toilet paper in the stall…
Really??? Really!!! What the heck is going on with this place??? My lights won’t work, there’s a whole in the hallway window, downstairs the bathroom’s flooded. I wonder what’s wrong with the other floors. Monika said when she lived here her fridge smelled like a decomposing body, so that’s a start.
You know, earlier today, I felt sort of weirdly bad for leaving UniLodge, like I’m giving up or something and it could be some great learning experience to stick it out here blah blah blah. Like I just met this guy this morning in the elevator, who was extremely friendly and I feel like I would like to know him better, but I doubt I will ever see him again if I leave UniLodge. So I felt sort of bad for leaving. Like, awww, now I won’t know this one friendly guy. Well, now I don’t feel bad. :)
Maybe in the next couple days of me still being here, I will see the guy again, I think his name was Hugh, and we will become biffles (best friends forever, for you older generation folks) and then we will make sure to exchange numbers and hang out all the time even after I leave. Possible. Not probable. Too bad.
So now I am holed up in my room, as far away from the extreme discomfort I get near the bathrooms or kitchen (though the discomfort is seeping in… the handle fell off of one of my drawers. !!!), in my jammies and slippers, with my heater on and the rest of my Mint Crush Tim Tams, and I will tell you about my day.
* side note: the handle of my dresser drawer! Like, oh my God! The place is crumbling down around me! I HAVE to get out!!! *
today I did a lot of things. I first dropped off a copy of my original housing application at Queens, came back a while later so they had a chance to look at it (luckily I listed Queen’s as one of my top 3 colleges I wanted to go to) aaaaaaaaand they officially ACCEPTED MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE THE WORLD!!!!! I think the whole housing application process thing was a bit of a formality, because the Vice Master seemed to really like me, and I really liked him, and they really wanted to fill the room. So I ran back to UniLodge and I was like “FILL MY ROOM ASAP” and they were like, “okay, okay, calm down” and I ran off singing show tunes.
I have actually had some funny songs stuck in my head these past couple of days. Songs that fit my situation. Like “Part of you World” from Little Mermaid, and “Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” by The Smiths, and “I Want You to Want Me” by… whoever that is.
After that, I skyped with my daddio to let him know the deal, and then Olivia and I just went into the city to sort of waste time and do some shopping. The first shopping I’ve done here! Which would seem like a feat for me, but here in Australia, the fashion is different. Not in an obvious way, but when I look at clothes, most of them don’t attract me right away, because they’re just not quite… there. They’re just different. And I am also quite the bargain hunter, so most things are just too expensive. I might have to get used to that, though, because lost things here are more expensive than they would be in the States.
Olivia is still having a bit off a tough time here, because she gets homesick pretty easily, so I just hung out with her the rest of the night. We went to dinner at Queens, where I met more people who I told I would be moving in with. They were all very excited for me! And all congratulatory that I got in. Maybe they feel it is pretty exclusive to live there. Well, the Vice Master said the Australian students are “sent through the ringer” when it comes to applying and getting in. The international students don’t have it so bad, but there still was no room for me on campus originally, so…
Anyway, we went to dinner, then hung out with the people on her floor. It is actually AWESOME that they all hang out in the hallway. Because then you can just go out your door and say hi or sit down and chill out. A bunch of people tonight were going to a 21st birthday party for someone in Queens. I guess 21st’s are a big thing here too… even though they don’t mean anything… it’s kind of weird. I think they just like an excuse to all dress up in theme. The theme for tonight’s was Arabian. The boys looked HILARIOUS with makeshift turbans that matched their ties and/or pants. One guy was wearing slightly see-through pants, because they were flowy and Arabian-ish, like Aladdin pants. Or MC Hammer. Either way, they were all really interested in meeting me and were excited for me to come and were all fun and easy to talk to. I spoke to more guys than girls, I think, which was interesting. I’ve always been more of a girls’ girl.
Those guys all went to the birthday party, which Olivia wasn’t invited to because she didn’t know the girl all that well. Then I convinced Olivia to go the jazz club that a couple people were going to, including this one guy, Ray, who was on her floor and who was very nice and wanted us to come. I just thought Olivia needed to get out and have something take her mind off of missing home. I’m not sure if it worked, but at least it was something to do. Olivia tends to not think in the present, so she will think about how long it is until she goes home, or until her parents come to visit, or if she might be able to leave early, stuff like that. That’s really detrimental, I think, to her having fun here. You can’t just be counting down to going to home all the time. You won’t be able to appreciate what you’re doing here.
The jazz club was … interesting. Haha I’ve never been to a jazz club, I don’t think, but it was sort of just what I expected. It was dark and small; everyone got quiet and watched the performers when they were onstage. I felt a little awkward because I didn’t have a scarf or thick-rimmed glasses. Soooo hipster. I saw many little bobbing hipster heads in the audience. Seriously, the guys there had that sort of fancy trimmed facial hair, like a goatee or thin beard outlining their jaw. They looked like Collin Farrell on a really bad, bad day. Not quite so attractive, though. I think the people from Queens who we came with went because a girl living in Queens’ brother was playing saxophone.
Olivia and Kirsten (another “Queener” as they would call her) and I all went back at the little break between sets they took. I just came back to UniLodge, because I can’t quite move into Queens just yet, and Olivia and Kirsten went to Queens. I’m thinking I will pack up some things tomorrow, even if I don’t get a call that they’ve filled my room. I’ll just be prepared when they do call. :)
And I think Olivia and I will go to St. Kilda tomorrow. Which is supposed to be this really pretty beachy place near the shore somewhere.
Oh, and I got my concession card today! Which means my tram tickets are half price. Awesome. So yep, I need to go to bed now. I am almost over this cold, it is almost gone. So I just need to get good sleep and take some more vitamin C and work it out. Goodnight! Or g’day! Whatever. I love and miss everyone a TON! xoxoxo
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Ruh-roh + Oh Yes!
The ruh-roh isn’t a real ruh-roh, it’s more of a “whoops, oh well! This is happening.” :) In the good sense.
I am currently watching Pink live in concert on TV with my dad. !!!! Hahaha, how hilarious is that sentence?? Did I mention how cool my dad is?
“KEEP your drink just gimme the mon-EEYYY!!! It’s just you and your HAAAND TOONIGHT!!”
That’s me singing along, not my dad. He doesn’t know the words. :D
God, she’s just so catchy and awesome. She’s crazy muscular too. Like, I need to work out. :/
Anywhooser, the “ruh-roh” comes from me finding PLATO’S CLOSET. I have never heard of it before, but I saw a commercial on TV and I looked it up online aaaand… uh oh. I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR SUCH A JAM-PACKED VINTAGE STORE TO BE NEARBY!!! All their clothes and stuff is targeted to my age people. Which really means I bought two pairs of boots today. Oops. It’s not my fault!!! I was just browsing, and they were there, and they fit really well and my Dad paid!!!! Pant pant pant.
I have such an addiction. I need to stop buying boots. But my Dad is a … whatsit. He supports my addiction. Soooooooo maybe I can sell some stuff there and then allow myself to get some stuff. That would be fine, right? Right?!
And the Oh, Yes! is about my cell phone I will get abroad. There are these phone plans and cell phones you can get through the company that owns the apartment building I’ll be living in, and they will put the stuff you order in your room for you. I was looking at the phone plans and they come with a deal to call your home country. You get free incoming calls from international numbers and the person that calls only pays the local amount and you can text international numbers!!!! HUZZAH!!!! My mommy and daddy can call me!! And I can text them! And it’s only six bucks extra, I think. Less than that, because that’s in Australian dollars. (The exchange rate from American to Australian is good :D). I’m so happy! I really need to order it though, because they need a week to get it in your room, and I kinda want it as soon as I get there so I can freak out and text my mom and make her call me and I can spazz out at her. And my BFFF, Moin.
Did I mention how cool my Moin is? She made me a birthday present/travel care package before I left Oregon, and she gave me a travel journal!!! And she wrote a note in it for me, and I am trying to not read it til I get on the plane. I am really bad at waiting to open things, though. It’s calling to meeeee. I’m gonna go plan outfits around my new boots/see what I can give away so I can go buy more stuff. :D
What is that word for a person who supports a drug addict??? I even looked it up on Wikipedia. I couldn’t find it. What is it?!?!?
ENABLER IT IS!! go team go! Good thing I know people who have the vocabulary of a dictionary, I have no mind for memorizing things, such as words. me talk good one day.
I am currently watching Pink live in concert on TV with my dad. !!!! Hahaha, how hilarious is that sentence?? Did I mention how cool my dad is?
“KEEP your drink just gimme the mon-EEYYY!!! It’s just you and your HAAAND TOONIGHT!!”
That’s me singing along, not my dad. He doesn’t know the words. :D
God, she’s just so catchy and awesome. She’s crazy muscular too. Like, I need to work out. :/
Anywhooser, the “ruh-roh” comes from me finding PLATO’S CLOSET. I have never heard of it before, but I saw a commercial on TV and I looked it up online aaaand… uh oh. I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR SUCH A JAM-PACKED VINTAGE STORE TO BE NEARBY!!! All their clothes and stuff is targeted to my age people. Which really means I bought two pairs of boots today. Oops. It’s not my fault!!! I was just browsing, and they were there, and they fit really well and my Dad paid!!!! Pant pant pant.
I have such an addiction. I need to stop buying boots. But my Dad is a … whatsit. He supports my addiction. Soooooooo maybe I can sell some stuff there and then allow myself to get some stuff. That would be fine, right? Right?!
And the Oh, Yes! is about my cell phone I will get abroad. There are these phone plans and cell phones you can get through the company that owns the apartment building I’ll be living in, and they will put the stuff you order in your room for you. I was looking at the phone plans and they come with a deal to call your home country. You get free incoming calls from international numbers and the person that calls only pays the local amount and you can text international numbers!!!! HUZZAH!!!! My mommy and daddy can call me!! And I can text them! And it’s only six bucks extra, I think. Less than that, because that’s in Australian dollars. (The exchange rate from American to Australian is good :D). I’m so happy! I really need to order it though, because they need a week to get it in your room, and I kinda want it as soon as I get there so I can freak out and text my mom and make her call me and I can spazz out at her. And my BFFF, Moin.
Did I mention how cool my Moin is? She made me a birthday present/travel care package before I left Oregon, and she gave me a travel journal!!! And she wrote a note in it for me, and I am trying to not read it til I get on the plane. I am really bad at waiting to open things, though. It’s calling to meeeee. I’m gonna go plan outfits around my new boots/see what I can give away so I can go buy more stuff. :D
What is that word for a person who supports a drug addict??? I even looked it up on Wikipedia. I couldn’t find it. What is it?!?!?
ENABLER IT IS!! go team go! Good thing I know people who have the vocabulary of a dictionary, I have no mind for memorizing things, such as words. me talk good one day.
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