I am very happy and well fed and feel content to the number of jobs I have applied to today so feel it is an appropriate time to relax and write about my goings on in birs vegas, the second worst city in Australia.
Went out the other night, I was skeptical because not only do I hate going out, I also hate brisbane so I thought I would hate the two together a lot. After a brief stint at the Normanby where we met some drunk guy who "liked my boots but not those cock head rjs.",we went into the valley.
Met up with Lauren and Greta, got way to drunk off goon out the front of a guitar shop, the continued on to this great place.. the name has left me, but If your ever with me Ill take you there.
we got our drinks confiscated as we walked in, fair enough. Greta and I danced to xanadu, dirty dancing, and Prince. As we were leaving, we politely asked for our goon sack back and they actually gave it to us.
proceeded to drink for an hour in an alley, but there are so many people just walking around drinking that in itself was actually a social mixer. Police took away our goon. Simone feel down at this point and cut her leg quiet badly so we all sobered up as we tried to fix it, plus nowhere would let us in. We made friends with buskers, got 50c cones and atomic tomato chips.
Then went to one last club, the fringe bar where they took out photos for this anti drinking campaign... which yes is ironic and I'm not sure if we were a what to do or a what not to do.
Been on many interviews, eaten much rice and water, walking everywhere (cant afford public transport) and finding many new places and things. Uni life is still not for me, but I'm enjoying being on my own more and getting into some sort of routine.
plus, I just lashed out and bought some roast chicken from Woolworth's and some red wine. hopefully this will be my week to get a job!
Wayne comes to visit on Friday!
Went out the other night, I was skeptical because not only do I hate going out, I also hate brisbane so I thought I would hate the two together a lot. After a brief stint at the Normanby where we met some drunk guy who "liked my boots but not those cock head rjs.",we went into the valley.
Met up with Lauren and Greta, got way to drunk off goon out the front of a guitar shop, the continued on to this great place.. the name has left me, but If your ever with me Ill take you there.
we got our drinks confiscated as we walked in, fair enough. Greta and I danced to xanadu, dirty dancing, and Prince. As we were leaving, we politely asked for our goon sack back and they actually gave it to us.
proceeded to drink for an hour in an alley, but there are so many people just walking around drinking that in itself was actually a social mixer. Police took away our goon. Simone feel down at this point and cut her leg quiet badly so we all sobered up as we tried to fix it, plus nowhere would let us in. We made friends with buskers, got 50c cones and atomic tomato chips.
Then went to one last club, the fringe bar where they took out photos for this anti drinking campaign... which yes is ironic and I'm not sure if we were a what to do or a what not to do.
Been on many interviews, eaten much rice and water, walking everywhere (cant afford public transport) and finding many new places and things. Uni life is still not for me, but I'm enjoying being on my own more and getting into some sort of routine.
plus, I just lashed out and bought some roast chicken from Woolworth's and some red wine. hopefully this will be my week to get a job!
Wayne comes to visit on Friday!
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