29 March 2009
28 March 2009
The mysterious search for a house share
This might actually be better titled: "The full-on annoyance of rejection." Oh, my god. It is unbelievably difficult to find a share house in Melb. Am spending most of my time looking for stuff near the city and not too far out and there are some reasonable prices and places. The people I've met have seemed decent and I really liked a girl so much I wanted to be her friend even though I wasn't the "chosen candidate" for the "spare room."
23 March 2009
New City
I've been in Melbourne almost a week now and I'm enjoying the vibrant characters strewn throughout this city. From the funky graffiti art to the gorgeous surrounding hills, I feel like I've landed in a pretty fabulous place.
18 March 2009
Clark Kent is gay
From journal 3.16.09
16 March 2009
Adventure
Hopping on a 24 hour flight to Melbourne today. After an excruciating decision of "window or aisle" I've decided to take the window seat on the airplane. I never know which one I'll be happier with but I figure I'd have to get up all the time for the people next to me if I'm on the aisle than if I'm next to the window. Omg, what if I should've chosen the aisle? Is it too late to change it? This trip is doomed, doooooomed! OR, what if they seat NO ONE by me on the flight and I have all three seats to myself? Yes, better be safe than sorry and stay where I am. Then I can sprawl out on the seats like God intended me to.
Am pretty much like a starving chimp at this point. That is, I am crazy and maniacal trying to make sure everything is ready. So many things to do and not enough time! Keep getting bouts of sadness at leaving people and my apartment but at the same time this is an adventure! I live for this shit.
If you don't hear from me soon it means either:
A) My plane has crashed in the Pacific and I am now living on a desolate, tropical island a la LOST. There better be doctors who survive our crash and someone who looks like Matthew Fox. And someone meatier than me so I'm not the first person feasted upon if worse comes to worse.
B) I've decided to come back home and am in the depths of shameful despair. I will not show my face anywhere if this happens and I can assure you 99.999% it won't.
C) I've landed safely in Australia but have decided to fly directly to Nimbin and become a filthy hippy selling 'special cookies' to unsuspecting (and very suspecting) tourists. I will walk to Byron Bay from time to time to collect seashells to tie in my dreds and frolick naked in the open sea.
D) I just don't like you anymore. Sorry.
Au revoir! Ciao! Adios! Kisses, dahling. Please cross your fingers I don't go down in the Pacific.
15 March 2009
02 March 2009
Helena
A girl named Helena befriended me about six months ago in a clothes shop. She was from London and we got along quite well chatting. She asked for my number and invited me to a party she was throwing at her apartment that night, which happened to be about 2 blocks from where I live. So, I went. She then told me there was this jacket that'd look really great on me in the shop and could get me something like 50% off.