3rd week?

Hey! Today is Monday 13th, and it's 4.20. I'm pretty sure it's now week 3 of my adventure.
It was me mum's birthday yesterday, and I spoke to them for the first time on Skype. Really great to see the family, even if they thought I was drunk. I really wasn't, but my stepbrother's constant mentions of rum have kicked the healthy part of my brain into the background, and I'm going to celebrate my latest news with a punt of alcohol :).
My news? Ah yes children, I have fresh news. I got a phone call today, and am now officially employed. For the next 6 days, but even so, at least I'm doing what I've dreamt of doing for many years now. I shall be placing letters into envelopes, and then counting them. And then, I think, I place the envelopes in a box.
Thank God at Trinity Street, I helped my stepbrother do a similar task, otherwise my tiny brain couldn't ponder the intricate details necessary to accomplish this feat of magnificance.
But hey, I'll be paid to do it. So I'll try and weedle as much of my personal touch as possible in such a short time. And I'll be able to put some money in my new bank account, and pay off the new shoes I bought today. New shoes I hear you cry! Yes, new high tops, as I plan to really train for next years basketball team. I went and played just now, and dominated the court. Nobody else was using it, but that's not the point, if people had played they would have known that it was MINE.
:)
Alright, speak soon, I gotta go to the park again. I overslept, and missed it last Saturday, but my shoulder was killing me anyway. See ya!

Yo yo, today is Tuuuuesday.
Work was not fun. Mainly because for the last week or so I've been unable to sleep until 3am every night, last night finally resting at about 3.30. So when I got up at 6.30 to shower, I wasn't as up to the challenge as I've ever been. Then came the trouble with times, as I ran out of it. Wasn't able to have breakfast, only just managed to have a spoonful of last night's risotto. And then the usual fun of finding trains and buses, getting lost and then finally turning up, only just on time, out of breath from running.
Still, the actual job wasn't as bad as I thought. I got COMPLETELY the wrong idea though. Instead of putting letters into envelopes, I had to sort out envelopes into piles. And then put the piles into boxes. For about 6/7 hours. But I'm working with another guy from the same interview company, a cool Irish fella. Once we got talking, it was actually pretty manageable. Not fun, as such, apart from when we set off a fire alarm, but he's a decent chap. Hopefully I'll get him talking enough to steal his accent.
This job is only for a few days, so chances of my soul being destroyed by boredom are slim. Plus, the guy who showed us the ropes is pretty cool, a quiet man who seemed genuinely grateful we were working. That was nice.
So, onto other matters. Can't really think of anything major, except the blatant realisation that I need a haircut. Now that I'm away from the clutches of my folks at home (:P), I'm thinking of the possibilities. I'm actually toying with the idea of going really short. It'd be easier to manage, and I've met very few other guys here with fringes. I'm a rare breed in these climes. So yeah, I could go short. I could stick with the last cut I had, that was a success if the barber can pull it off. If not, I could resort to the short cut. Or I might get it thinned but not cut, so I can grow it long and sweep it back over my head, surfer dude fashion. Toying with ideas.
Not much to report on, so I'll mention things I've forgotten to recently. My roommate and I went to the Olympic Park the other day, he used to swim semi-professionally and wanted to see the sights, and use the pool. So we walked on the same ground as those olympic heroes years ago. And by now I've seen at least three kookaburras; each time I do, I just have to stand and watch. Lovely birds. Except one I saw attacking some finches, that one wasn't as nice...
And I caved in today. On the way back from work, I made a detour and bought a bottle of Mount Gay... I love it, here they put the alcohol in brown paper bags, I can feel like a hobo if I choose. I havn't had any yet, but I might do soon. Well dear readers, I can sense your interest waning as you think of me passing out with a smile on my face. So I'll leave you with this:

"We are the pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond the last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea..."

Make of it what you will. I see a shimmering horizon, speckled with light clouds.
It's not my poem, by the way. The SAS salute to it's inscription on a memorial.
Much love, speak soon. X