I've been in Aramac for a week and a half, and I still stand by my initial opinion (see earlier post). I'm having a good time doing cool stuff and I'm never really bored-- it's just that there is nobody that I have anything in common with. Example: nobody has heard of Kanye West. When I mentioned that country sucks and rap is way better, a cowboy named Davo winked at me and said, "I think I know what you want", then walked over to the jukebox and played Coolio's 1995 hit "Gangsta's Paradise" & Eminem's 1999 ditty "My Name Is." So as you can see, it's really no big deal, but little things like that make me miss civilization.
I've already met 90% of Aramac's inhabitants, and will now begin to introduce them, beginning with the major players:
Greg: My boss, 40 years old, prematurely grey. He's so nice. He doesn't care about money, just casually drinking and hanging out with everyone. He's great.
Judy: His fat wife-- like, enormous. She spends most of her time sitting in her house, because she hates drunk people. Ironic that she owns a bar, huh?
Axelle: My 30-year old roommate. She doesn't speak much English and thus my sarcasm is beyond her capacity-- I think she just thinks I'm a bitch sometimes. We get along fine, though. I taught her the word "sucks"-- as in, "man, the produce in this town sucks." She is a vegetarian, and is heavily judged by the locals for it. She likes to complain about her weight a lot, and barely eats anything.
Merv: 30 year-old townie who has made it his mission to take me on adventures. He loves to show off/brag about how tough he is- chauvinistic, like most of the guys here. They think they're always right and girls are always wrong. Which, obviously, doesn't sit well with me.
Ampy, Finchy, Marco, and Graham: Old dudes who come into the bar every single day to suck down alcohol, bet on horses, and make lude comments towards me. Example: Kelly: "Can I grab something for you?" Finchy: "I can think of something you can grab, and it's right down here." Graham (who has wild grey hair/beard & a glass eye): "Yeah, do you like sex?" And so on and so forth.
Kym: Toughest gal in Aramac, around 25. Tried to intimidate me away from Merv (people think we're dating, which we're not, yuck), but decided that she like me better. Bought me tons of drinks and hung around me for hours. I have just discovered that she is a bisexual prostitute. Yikes!
There are many, many more that I'll introduce in later posts. My days are uneventful but relaxing. I work pretty much every day, either from 10-4:30 or 4-10:30. If I'm at work, I serve the drunkards and try not to kill myself as they play that Kid Rock songs for the 5000th time. If I'm not at work, I usually go for a run, swim in the creek, read, or watch VHS's. Or adventure, sometimes. Merv took me to Lake Dunn the other day, and I got to ride on an inner tube behind a speedboat. Today I have just gotten back from a run, but have realized that there is no water in the whole town. Like none. I don't know why. So I can't shower. I smell bad. I'd go to the dry goods store to pick up some water, but it's only open for about an hour a day. Maybe I'll hydrate with a cold beer. Sick.
A couple other little things:
1. I clean rooms for extra money, which makes me feel like a pauper.
2. I said that I was rooting for the Chicago Bears, and the Aussie folk laughed for at least an hour. Apparently "rooting" means having sex. Charming. Australians are so crude.
3. The stars are really pretty here. I wish I could let you see what I see, but a photo just doesn't capture it.
4. We just got a slushie machine!!! The whole town came out for its debut. The guy who installed it is basically a travelling salesman and is full of stories, jokes, and little presents (candy!). I was forcibly reminded of the tin salesman from Farmer Boy, for those of you who enjoy Laura Ingalls Wilder...it might just be Dad who gets what I'm talking about.
5. I have uploaded some photos. Mostly of Aramac, for Mom & Dad's benefit, but there are a couple of Brisbane & Sydney. They're pretty boring, but here is the link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/31757538@N08/
All for now. I like reading updates about other people's lives, too, so please email me!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
We're not in Kansas anymore.
Whoa. I just reread my last blog post and benevolently shook my head at how ignorantly hopeful I sounded. I've been in Aramac, Queensland, for 5 days, and after approximately 1000 moodswings, I believe I've experienced enough to give an accurate point of view.
The ride here was miserable. Greyhound, 16 hours, I still had the flu, you get the picture. Aramac is exactly like I pictured. It's completelely desolate, with red dirt everywhere, and dust billowing behind the bus, which I noticed as I looked back, hoping to see civilization. In the downtown area, there is my pub, a butcher, a library, a cafe, and a dry goods store. ...That's it. I almost cried when I walked into the dry goods store. You know the dry goods store on the Oregon Trail computer game? It's just like that. There's some feed for the cattle, some clothing, and various non-perishables. Even now, after I've calmed down, I still firmly believe that I will starve. No vegetables. I eat two peanut butter sandwiches a day, and I think most of my calories come from the beer I drink every single night.
It's funny, because before we parted ways, Shana, Julia, and I talked about how little we'd probably drink. Stupid. I share a small room with a french girl named Axelle, and this room lies about 4 feet (not-exaggerating) from the pub's deck. She and I are the only two employees, so both of us are together all the time, with one of us working behind the bar and one of us on the other side. I wish I could be her friend, but she doesn't understand English very well, and thus doesn't understand sarcasm, and also she doesn't drink. Luckily, I do drink, and this has helped me get to know people better. I've discovered that I'm actually pretty quiet around people I don't know...but not when I'm drunk. And so, I've gotten pretty drunk every night, because the pub is the only place open past 5pm. Now people like me a lot, because I beat every boy/man in the pub in a skulling (chugging) contest on my first night. I felt awful the next day, but I guess it's worth it. The last girl that was here, a Canadian named Liz (leaving today), said that she was drunk every single night, which I hope to avoid, because I can't see that being healthy.
It sounds trashy that I drink so much, but it's actually a social necessity. People view Americans as being very arrogant and stand-offish, but now they just see me as arrogant (because I said I'd beat every guy at skulling). Now that they like me more, they've taken me to some cool places. One guy, Merv, took me on a motorbike ride through the outback, and within ten minutes, we were riding in the middle of a kangaroo herd. Ten minutes later, we were being chased by a bull, and ten minutes after that, we were tackling wild pigs. Last night I was invited to a barbie, where I ate as much meat as I could, hoping to store protein like a camel stores water.
There's so much else to write, since I can't share it with anybody else. My job is pretty easy, but I hate it because I hate making small talk with the locals. And while everyone is really nice, they're rougher than I'm used to and I'm get lonely/bored. The six weeks is going to go by quickly, but I'll be glad to reuinite with Shana and Julia and move on. There's an old but clean kitchen, so I'll be able to cook some plain pasta (no tomato sauce here), and the bathroom's fine too, except that there's no soap anywhere.
Could you tell that I'm drunk as I write this? Some dude named Bob took me sightseeing in the outback, and then to thank him for his kindness, he wanted to get drunk. So here I am, in the Aramac public library, drunk and updating you all about my life in Australia. Who would've thought? Anyway, I'm going to try to upload some photos soon, so you can see the simple life I lead. I'll also try to update regularly, but the librarian has been sick, so it's been closed until today. Yes, there is only one librarian. Until the next post...
The ride here was miserable. Greyhound, 16 hours, I still had the flu, you get the picture. Aramac is exactly like I pictured. It's completelely desolate, with red dirt everywhere, and dust billowing behind the bus, which I noticed as I looked back, hoping to see civilization. In the downtown area, there is my pub, a butcher, a library, a cafe, and a dry goods store. ...That's it. I almost cried when I walked into the dry goods store. You know the dry goods store on the Oregon Trail computer game? It's just like that. There's some feed for the cattle, some clothing, and various non-perishables. Even now, after I've calmed down, I still firmly believe that I will starve. No vegetables. I eat two peanut butter sandwiches a day, and I think most of my calories come from the beer I drink every single night.
It's funny, because before we parted ways, Shana, Julia, and I talked about how little we'd probably drink. Stupid. I share a small room with a french girl named Axelle, and this room lies about 4 feet (not-exaggerating) from the pub's deck. She and I are the only two employees, so both of us are together all the time, with one of us working behind the bar and one of us on the other side. I wish I could be her friend, but she doesn't understand English very well, and thus doesn't understand sarcasm, and also she doesn't drink. Luckily, I do drink, and this has helped me get to know people better. I've discovered that I'm actually pretty quiet around people I don't know...but not when I'm drunk. And so, I've gotten pretty drunk every night, because the pub is the only place open past 5pm. Now people like me a lot, because I beat every boy/man in the pub in a skulling (chugging) contest on my first night. I felt awful the next day, but I guess it's worth it. The last girl that was here, a Canadian named Liz (leaving today), said that she was drunk every single night, which I hope to avoid, because I can't see that being healthy.
It sounds trashy that I drink so much, but it's actually a social necessity. People view Americans as being very arrogant and stand-offish, but now they just see me as arrogant (because I said I'd beat every guy at skulling). Now that they like me more, they've taken me to some cool places. One guy, Merv, took me on a motorbike ride through the outback, and within ten minutes, we were riding in the middle of a kangaroo herd. Ten minutes later, we were being chased by a bull, and ten minutes after that, we were tackling wild pigs. Last night I was invited to a barbie, where I ate as much meat as I could, hoping to store protein like a camel stores water.
There's so much else to write, since I can't share it with anybody else. My job is pretty easy, but I hate it because I hate making small talk with the locals. And while everyone is really nice, they're rougher than I'm used to and I'm get lonely/bored. The six weeks is going to go by quickly, but I'll be glad to reuinite with Shana and Julia and move on. There's an old but clean kitchen, so I'll be able to cook some plain pasta (no tomato sauce here), and the bathroom's fine too, except that there's no soap anywhere.
Could you tell that I'm drunk as I write this? Some dude named Bob took me sightseeing in the outback, and then to thank him for his kindness, he wanted to get drunk. So here I am, in the Aramac public library, drunk and updating you all about my life in Australia. Who would've thought? Anyway, I'm going to try to upload some photos soon, so you can see the simple life I lead. I'll also try to update regularly, but the librarian has been sick, so it's been closed until today. Yes, there is only one librarian. Until the next post...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Outback
Tired, drunk, and beaten by Brisbane's jobless streets, we plunge into the blindness of spontaneity and hold on for dear life.
In other words, I'm going to be a barmaid in the Australian outback! Aramac, Queensland, to be exact-- a town of just over 250 people that boasts a pub and a common store and probably has more poisonous creatures than people. The real adventure, though, is that Julia and Shana aren't going with me. Julia's going to be a barmaid in Tambo, a few hours south of me, while Shana is much closer inland, in a place called Thangool. For six weeks we'll be apart- it could be awful or it could be the best time ever. Either way, it'll be an adventure. It also means that my blog will be updated more frequently, since I'll probably be bored out of my gourd.
My more intelligent readers will have done the math and realized that yes, we'll be alone for Halloween (we were going to be cutlery) and Thanksgiving. Sad. Lonely.
Obviously that's the biggest news. Julia and Shana are out partying right now, but I'm quarantined in my room, sick with the flu. I hope to be better by the time I leave for my 16-hr. Greyhound journey on Thursday.
Guess that's it for now. Julia and Shana just stopped in and give their regards. It will be exciting to reunite with them, because we'll all have saved some money and can finally do fun things-- skydiving and snorkeling first on the list. Brisbane's been great, though, and we're all kind of sad to leave our new friends (Colin's really sad we're leaving). Especially since I know that for the next six weeks, my only friends are the barflies, the snakes, and my blog.
In other words, I'm going to be a barmaid in the Australian outback! Aramac, Queensland, to be exact-- a town of just over 250 people that boasts a pub and a common store and probably has more poisonous creatures than people. The real adventure, though, is that Julia and Shana aren't going with me. Julia's going to be a barmaid in Tambo, a few hours south of me, while Shana is much closer inland, in a place called Thangool. For six weeks we'll be apart- it could be awful or it could be the best time ever. Either way, it'll be an adventure. It also means that my blog will be updated more frequently, since I'll probably be bored out of my gourd.
My more intelligent readers will have done the math and realized that yes, we'll be alone for Halloween (we were going to be cutlery) and Thanksgiving. Sad. Lonely.
Obviously that's the biggest news. Julia and Shana are out partying right now, but I'm quarantined in my room, sick with the flu. I hope to be better by the time I leave for my 16-hr. Greyhound journey on Thursday.
Guess that's it for now. Julia and Shana just stopped in and give their regards. It will be exciting to reunite with them, because we'll all have saved some money and can finally do fun things-- skydiving and snorkeling first on the list. Brisbane's been great, though, and we're all kind of sad to leave our new friends (Colin's really sad we're leaving). Especially since I know that for the next six weeks, my only friends are the barflies, the snakes, and my blog.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Cast of Characters
I've created a brief list of some of the more notable people we've met, starting with the stars:
Shana: Spends most of the day applying sunscreen and complaining about her blisters. Except for her minor breakdown in the horrible first hostel, she is good-tempered and easy-going. She loves dancing to rap and talking about soccer with all the European boys, who think she's cool for being good at "football."
Julia: Spends most of her time staring at coffee shop menus and walking around our hostel room in her underwear. She is also good-tempered, but gets crabby when she's hungry, just like a little kid. And so, just like a little kid, she always carries around little cheese and cracker packets to keep her happy. She loves dancing (to anything) and talking (to anyone).
Kelly: Spends most of her time with her face pressed to bakery display cases. Good-tempered if she gets the alone time she needs- otherwise crabby. She loves rapping loudly to Kanye.
John: First person we met in Australia, a Canadian backpacker travelling alone. He tried to hang out with us, which was alright until he revealed his clingy, annoying personality.
Jucy: The name of the bright green "campa" we hope to rent and drive around in. http://www.jucy.com.au/
Colin: Our roommate whom I already wrote about. He is convinced that in America we parade around with flags, chanting, "A-MER-I-CA, NUM-BER 1!" His greatest wish is to visit NYC and supersize a meal.
Tommy & Dan: Two English dudes who we've never seen sober. Every night they're not just drunk, but absolutely shitfaced, stumbling around and tackling each other in the streets. They don't actually have a room at the hostel anymore, so they pass out wherever- in the TV room, the hallway- I found Tommy in the elevator last night.
Chris: Cute, skinny English guy who looks a little like Justin Timberlake. He's really nice and we like him a lot. Instead of getting us a round of drinks, he got us some french fries, which made Shana and I completely fall in love.
Holly: Our new Canadian friend. She's travelling with a bunch of guys and appreciates having girls to hang out with. She is a lot more fashionable than the three of us, who toss on jeans and any sparkly top and pronounce ourselves ready.
Ashley: Cool girl who works at our hostel and hooked up with some sweet discounts. Unfortunately she's leaving to begin her own abroad trip....which means that we'll miss her and the nice discounts we so sorely need.
Trevor: Douchey Canadian dude who wears puka shells and loves talking about how much he can drink. He also tried to emotionally connect with us by "reading" our personalities (Julia's been labeled the quiet one, I'm the wild, outgoing one, and Shana's the leader-- 0/3). Remind me to do an impression of his braying laugh.
Zara: English girl with the voice of a dude. Looks kind of like Rachel Ray, so I expect her to sound sweet and chirp things like, "Yum-o!", but every time I'm surprised when the gruff voice of a construction worker comes out instead. Shana, Holly, and I went to Hungry Jack (Burger King) one night after a club, and she came in a joined us, horrifying us all. She stuffed a double-cheeseburger in her mouth, leering all over the place, her eyes rolling around in her head, ketchup and mustard all over her face, lettuce clinging to her temple-- it was frightening. I was daintily nibbling a fry and made the mistake of asking if she wanted one. She lurched over, grabbed all of them- like, the whole box- and stuffed them in her face. Yum-o!
Obviously there are more, but these are the best of the supporting cast.
Shana: Spends most of the day applying sunscreen and complaining about her blisters. Except for her minor breakdown in the horrible first hostel, she is good-tempered and easy-going. She loves dancing to rap and talking about soccer with all the European boys, who think she's cool for being good at "football."
Julia: Spends most of her time staring at coffee shop menus and walking around our hostel room in her underwear. She is also good-tempered, but gets crabby when she's hungry, just like a little kid. And so, just like a little kid, she always carries around little cheese and cracker packets to keep her happy. She loves dancing (to anything) and talking (to anyone).
Kelly: Spends most of her time with her face pressed to bakery display cases. Good-tempered if she gets the alone time she needs- otherwise crabby. She loves rapping loudly to Kanye.
John: First person we met in Australia, a Canadian backpacker travelling alone. He tried to hang out with us, which was alright until he revealed his clingy, annoying personality.
Jucy: The name of the bright green "campa" we hope to rent and drive around in. http://www.jucy.com.au/
Colin: Our roommate whom I already wrote about. He is convinced that in America we parade around with flags, chanting, "A-MER-I-CA, NUM-BER 1!" His greatest wish is to visit NYC and supersize a meal.
Tommy & Dan: Two English dudes who we've never seen sober. Every night they're not just drunk, but absolutely shitfaced, stumbling around and tackling each other in the streets. They don't actually have a room at the hostel anymore, so they pass out wherever- in the TV room, the hallway- I found Tommy in the elevator last night.
Chris: Cute, skinny English guy who looks a little like Justin Timberlake. He's really nice and we like him a lot. Instead of getting us a round of drinks, he got us some french fries, which made Shana and I completely fall in love.
Holly: Our new Canadian friend. She's travelling with a bunch of guys and appreciates having girls to hang out with. She is a lot more fashionable than the three of us, who toss on jeans and any sparkly top and pronounce ourselves ready.
Ashley: Cool girl who works at our hostel and hooked up with some sweet discounts. Unfortunately she's leaving to begin her own abroad trip....which means that we'll miss her and the nice discounts we so sorely need.
Trevor: Douchey Canadian dude who wears puka shells and loves talking about how much he can drink. He also tried to emotionally connect with us by "reading" our personalities (Julia's been labeled the quiet one, I'm the wild, outgoing one, and Shana's the leader-- 0/3). Remind me to do an impression of his braying laugh.
Zara: English girl with the voice of a dude. Looks kind of like Rachel Ray, so I expect her to sound sweet and chirp things like, "Yum-o!", but every time I'm surprised when the gruff voice of a construction worker comes out instead. Shana, Holly, and I went to Hungry Jack (Burger King) one night after a club, and she came in a joined us, horrifying us all. She stuffed a double-cheeseburger in her mouth, leering all over the place, her eyes rolling around in her head, ketchup and mustard all over her face, lettuce clinging to her temple-- it was frightening. I was daintily nibbling a fry and made the mistake of asking if she wanted one. She lurched over, grabbed all of them- like, the whole box- and stuffed them in her face. Yum-o!
Obviously there are more, but these are the best of the supporting cast.
It's been a long time
I was waiting for something really great to happen so my blog won't be boring, but nothing extraordinary has happened yet. We are settling in nicely at our hostel, Base X Embassy, although there are some undesireable things. Like:
1. I found a cockroach in the kitchen cupboard.
2. Somebody stole my orange juice.
3. Julia got bed bugs from the TV room.
Obviously, they are ranked in horrifying-ness in that order. But those are tiny, inconsequential problems when we think about the hellhole we were in. Plus there are a lot of good things, like:
1. Our roommate Colin, who is the dorkiest dentist we've ever lived in an Australian hostel with. He's asked Julia to show him some dance moves for the clubs, "not too showy but enough to impress people." And he likes to play pick-up soccer with Shana, but sometimes he thinks it's rugby and just bumbles around the field knocking people over. Finally, everyone in the hostel knows him as "the milk guy", because when we're drinking alcohol, he's swigging milk.
2. Everybody is really nice to us, and we have about 100 new friends. It's nice to hang out with people other than each other.
3. We're right in the middle of the city, so we have ready access to a lot of restaurants, stores, and clubs....not that we can afford to actually go to any of them. Shana and I went to a delicious place called the Pancake Manor in a fit of hangover hunger, and it was worth every penny.
Much of the week has been dedicated to finding a job, which has proved to be a more formidable task than we though. We started out brimming with confidence, but soon realized that nobody really wants to hire a person who will only be around for a few months at most. Shana and I are on our way to go apply at the local grocery store, and the horrifying part is there is a very real chance that we may not get the job. Julia had a test run at Guess, which was an unmitigated disaster.
We've also been going out a lot, because we don't have any place to lay on the couch and watch TV (at least, a place without bed bugs), and also we're tight with some of the bartenders and get get tons of free drinks. Nothing much to say about that except that it's weird to have things stay open past 2am, and we regularly get home around 4-5.
Julia's working on getting pictures on her computer, which means that soon we'll put some on here. Keep checking back!
1. I found a cockroach in the kitchen cupboard.
2. Somebody stole my orange juice.
3. Julia got bed bugs from the TV room.
Obviously, they are ranked in horrifying-ness in that order. But those are tiny, inconsequential problems when we think about the hellhole we were in. Plus there are a lot of good things, like:
1. Our roommate Colin, who is the dorkiest dentist we've ever lived in an Australian hostel with. He's asked Julia to show him some dance moves for the clubs, "not too showy but enough to impress people." And he likes to play pick-up soccer with Shana, but sometimes he thinks it's rugby and just bumbles around the field knocking people over. Finally, everyone in the hostel knows him as "the milk guy", because when we're drinking alcohol, he's swigging milk.
2. Everybody is really nice to us, and we have about 100 new friends. It's nice to hang out with people other than each other.
3. We're right in the middle of the city, so we have ready access to a lot of restaurants, stores, and clubs....not that we can afford to actually go to any of them. Shana and I went to a delicious place called the Pancake Manor in a fit of hangover hunger, and it was worth every penny.
Much of the week has been dedicated to finding a job, which has proved to be a more formidable task than we though. We started out brimming with confidence, but soon realized that nobody really wants to hire a person who will only be around for a few months at most. Shana and I are on our way to go apply at the local grocery store, and the horrifying part is there is a very real chance that we may not get the job. Julia had a test run at Guess, which was an unmitigated disaster.
We've also been going out a lot, because we don't have any place to lay on the couch and watch TV (at least, a place without bed bugs), and also we're tight with some of the bartenders and get get tons of free drinks. Nothing much to say about that except that it's weird to have things stay open past 2am, and we regularly get home around 4-5.
Julia's working on getting pictures on her computer, which means that soon we'll put some on here. Keep checking back!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Creepy thing of the day
We are staying in a 4-person hostel. Obviously, we are three of them. We hadn't met our other person yet, so we snooped at all of the stuff scattered on the floor and decided that we all knew and loved him. Also Julia "fell" into his suitcase and came out with several pairs of his underwear dangling on her feet. Creep.
Brisbane>Sydney
1. We made new friends!
2. Driving on the left side of the road is a lot harder than I thought.
3. Brisbane is a lot nicer than Sydney, we've all agreed on it.
Yes, it's true! All of Julia's super-lame forum posts paid off, and we hung out at Bondi Beach on Tuesday with 2 guys from the US and 1 from Wales, playing rugby, eating sushi, and drinking the beer they bought for us. All three are really nice and attractive. We hope we see them again, since having other company buoyed our spirits.
From the last two facts, you can ascertain that we've made it alive (barely) to Brisbane, after a harrowing twelve-hour drive (sidenote: we saw tons of kangaroo grazing on the side of the road!) We drove in exhausted and dirty at 11pm, only to realize that our hostel was the grossest thing we've ever seen, in the worst neighborhood in Brisbane. Shana cracked-- I thought she was going to cry--and identified it as the worst day she's ever had. Julia found blood on her pillowcase. I slept on my beach towel. Luckily we booked it out of there at 6am the next day and found a way better place. Now we're in downtown Brisbane, a place with tons of outdoor cafes, live music, and sunshine. Now we're in the process of looking for a place more permanent than a hostel, and a job as well. Once we have some capital, then the real exciting things can begin.
The three of us are getting along pretty well. We squabble a lot, but once we eat food, we're better again. We talk about food probably 80% of the time. Also we realized that it's homecoming weekend this weekend, and all of our other friends are together at school. I'm jealous! Send some emails with a minute-by-minute recap of your weekend.
2. Driving on the left side of the road is a lot harder than I thought.
3. Brisbane is a lot nicer than Sydney, we've all agreed on it.
Yes, it's true! All of Julia's super-lame forum posts paid off, and we hung out at Bondi Beach on Tuesday with 2 guys from the US and 1 from Wales, playing rugby, eating sushi, and drinking the beer they bought for us. All three are really nice and attractive. We hope we see them again, since having other company buoyed our spirits.
From the last two facts, you can ascertain that we've made it alive (barely) to Brisbane, after a harrowing twelve-hour drive (sidenote: we saw tons of kangaroo grazing on the side of the road!) We drove in exhausted and dirty at 11pm, only to realize that our hostel was the grossest thing we've ever seen, in the worst neighborhood in Brisbane. Shana cracked-- I thought she was going to cry--and identified it as the worst day she's ever had. Julia found blood on her pillowcase. I slept on my beach towel. Luckily we booked it out of there at 6am the next day and found a way better place. Now we're in downtown Brisbane, a place with tons of outdoor cafes, live music, and sunshine. Now we're in the process of looking for a place more permanent than a hostel, and a job as well. Once we have some capital, then the real exciting things can begin.
The three of us are getting along pretty well. We squabble a lot, but once we eat food, we're better again. We talk about food probably 80% of the time. Also we realized that it's homecoming weekend this weekend, and all of our other friends are together at school. I'm jealous! Send some emails with a minute-by-minute recap of your weekend.
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