4th week! That's a month!

Hello ladies an jennulman, hope you're all keeping well.
Today is Sunday the 19th of October. Early morning start, I phoned a friend of my mum's on Friday called Emma, and made plans to meet up today. Gonna be a long train ride, but they're cool peeps, so should be good.
I was about to say not much has been happening, but then I realised I've been quite busy. My flatmate Melano, from Holland, used to do his swimming, and now he's trying to get back into it I'm going along too. So we've been to the pool a few times, and that's pretty knackering. I happily told him how I'd swum 14 lengths, and he said he'd done about 35. Yeah, knocked me down a few rungs, haha.
And then on the way back from the pool, we were walking through the city and he told me he loves banana bread. I wondered how easy it is to make it, and he told me I couldn't find a better loaf of B. bread than in a certain deli. It was expensive but worth the money, he said.
So I set myself a task for the future, to make a loaf of cheap, yummy yummy banana bread. And last night, half the hostel went out drinking and clubbing and such, and my other roommate was using the room (met a girl), so I was bored. And then, I went online, found a recipe that wasn't too complex, and for the next hour or two was in the kitchen, covering the floor in flour and cinnamon powder, eventually producing a freaking AWESOME bread. Due to limitations of the kitchen (no mugs, no measuring instruments, no cake tin, a broken oven, etc) I'm happy with how it turned out. People were impressed, I made a few friends and now I have enough flour and sugar left over to force me to make several more batches. Turns out supermarkets don't sell flour in single portion amounts.
But yeah, making cakes is fun. And Melano thought it was really good. So I'm happy with that.
On the job front, nothing yet, but I've seen an advert for a job working on the waterfront. Gonna phone up later, see if they still want an extra pair of hands. Sounds like it could be fun.
Oh yeah, definately going to get a haircut in the next few days. It's getting annoying. So life is now more comfortable in this place, I'm finding my niche.
Speak soon, hope the weather is still bearable.
Stay funky.

Hey, yo. Today is Monday. I have a feeling... that my last scrawl was actually on Saturday, as last night I didn't make cake, I played poker. Yes, I did. So I think my days are wrong, somewhere...
Anyway! Yes, today is Monday, I just asked someone. They gave me a funny look. And last night, I did indeed play poker. I was cooking dinner for me roommates, as it was my turn, and as I was dealing out the spaghetti and meat-a-balls I spied the chips being laid out. Last time I saw them, the game was already in session, so I told myself to try and get into the next one. Well, a man came round asking if anyone wanted to join, and lickety quick I bought myself a seat.
5 hours later, I came in second. After hanging on from me fingertips for hours, I came to double my money, and my grand total came to $4. Yes, five hours for $4. Nevermind, I made some new friends, had my second game for money and didn't do badly. I'm happy with the result.
And with that $4? I did my laundry. Might as well have gone to bloody work, I could afford the rent then.
I phoned a number I spied on the hostel board, and now I might have a job scraping weeds or barnacles (not sure yet) off the bottom of boats. Sounds pretty hands on, I like it. Just gotta wait for the call back, if not I have another contact, in a job lifting trees. As long as I'm not near customers I'm happy, haha.
Right, speak soon, I'm in an internet shop. Got annoyed by the hostels slooooow download speed.
Speak soon, all the best.
Byeeee

Yo ho ahoy my fellow mateys. Today is Tuesday, about 5.30.
I got another job! Hoo haa haa, yup, got a call earlier, and the woman offered me the job that requires all black clothing again. I took it this time, and after 10 minutes she phoned again, with another job! So instead of the department store, I'll be working in another warehouse, picking and packing clothes. Should be similar to the Trinity Street job, hopefully I won't need too much learning to get into the swing of it.
So I've just been planning routes and bus times and stuff, all boring. But I thought, instead of getting a haircut in the middle of a job, I thought I'd get it cut before I start, so people at the workplace don't have to adjust to the new "doo". I went into the nearest barbers, which is a really nice old fashioned place, with beams in the ceiling and a little oldish man there, gave him my picture of "Meet Joe Black" Brad Pitt and said, "Could you do that for me?"
After about half an hour, a new me walked out, unhappy. My hair was fluffy and weird. But I had a shower, and got my own wax in it, and hey, I like it! Yeah, usually it takes a day or two to adjust, but I really like this style, it looks gooood. Might take a picture of it, and put it up on the blog, let you fellows see what your eyes are missing out on, haha.
Anyway, got to go, I need to chill out for a bit. I saw an advert in the hostel for a pool competition. If I win, I get $100 cash, plus $100 bar tabs. And I'm not the worst pool player around, I thought I'd give it a go.
So gotta go rub linseed oil into my biceps in preparation for the tournament. All the best people,
speak soon.

Watup me bruddas, yah...
Hey gang. Today is Wednesday. I had work today, and I can happily say I have now followed my family's traipse into the medical world. Yes, ladies and folks, without even having been through university, the woman who interviewed me managed to slink me through a backdoor into the clean, sterile world of Medicine.
Instead of packing clothing, I pack medical supplies. Ha, got ya. Yup, in another warehouse, and the job is the most boring I've ever had. I was planning on killing someone, just to move my arms in a seperate direction from the sellotape. And the journey was hell!
I got on the bus, which proceeded to change its number. So I went close to the job, didn't realise, and then went far away from the job. Had to catch a bus, back to the job. >:-(
Not funky. Was an hour late, but the guy I was referred to was really cool about it. Turns out he's very anti English, that's fun. And I work near a guy who smells like wee. That's not as fun. The trick is to avoid their trail, then it doesn't hit ya.
Exhausted now though, the hours are ten to six, but as they're so busy it turned out to be half six. Eight hours on my feet, now they're hurtin'. And last night I got roped into going to the club with the hostel group. I bought a bottle of Mount Gay, and this morning found out I had drank 2/3rds of that bottle, with a pint of beer and Jaiger (putting the shot inside the beer, yum), and a vodka and lemonade (free drink from the club), and whisky and coke.
So had a mild headache while running for buses, to top it off.
Now I will cook. I'm thinking noodles. The train station nearby has a frikkin awesome sushi place, with the tall rolls of rice at two for $3. That tastes good, it's healthy and it can fill you up, if you follow it with lots of muesli :-P. Just had a few rolls from there, but still peckish.
I know you fine fellows only actually read this in the hope I let you know what I have for eats. But that will do for today, I think I've run out of news.
Yup, I can't think of much else.
Speak soon, all the best.

"May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars."
(Quotation, from the film Blow.)

Oh yes, I was planning to put a picture of me and my new hair on this blog. But I took a few pics, and have found that I look like a pillock when I try and take pics of myself. So no pic.
Oh yeah! Just remembered news! The local supermarket sells diet vanilla coke! For those who don't know, diet vanilla coke is waaay better than the regular stuff, and then they stopped selling it in England. So my rum has a friend.