Heya everyone.
Sorry for this late post, havn't felt like logging on for a while.
Life back in the Swagman is strange. It's odd to be back in a place you thought you might never return to. Getting a job is difficult, but tomorrow I will phone the company I worked for months ago, see if they'd like someone who already knows the ropes giving a hand. I doubt they'll have a job open though, seems like things were ticking more smoothly when they stopped me working before.
The people I'm getting to know are all decent. When I left, there was a balanced mix of languages, but now pretty much everyone is English. It's nice in a way, but when there are lots of 'lads', it gets heavy sometimes. But Scott is here, and Pierre (a cool French guy) came back, so I know more people well. Still get lonely, now and then. I don't have a really close friend, just lots of friends. Would be kinda nice to sit back with a bro or stepbro, just watch a movie, without having to get drunk on cheap box wine to pass the time. I'm not drinking at the moment, after a bad spell. The last few times, I suddenly got very drunk very quickly, and wake up with a headache, not knowing if I embarrased myself the night before. There are still a few things I hide from the people around me, and I'd like to keep it that way. But the last time I got drunk, it was so bad, the local tramp had to help me get inside. That's not funny to me, that's too far. People laughed, said it was hilarious, but it scares me, not being in control. So I haven't touched a drop since. I'm happy to watch others get drunk around me.
There are some very good looking girls here too, but I can't let myself get close, it just doesn't happen. I'm not trying anymore, really. I'm happy to be a friend.
Meanwhile, my fast food intake has risen drastically. Not something happy about, but I just get so hungry, and it's always at night, when the shops are closed. I try to time my meals, to avoid the inevitable, but when I think I've managed to get through the urges return stronger. I have a plan though, I'm going to record everything I eat. Then hopefully I'll put myself off having to read a long list of crap at the end of the night.
I plan to try and start running again. I went to this beach a bus ride away, and the direction goes through Rushcutter's Bay, so I hope to run through the bay to the beach, and then swim, and then maybe walk or bus back. And I also plan on going back to the park, I want to make that a regular thing. I want to come home with more skills, and I won't if I don't push myself to.
My birthday is nearby. I don't know how I feel about that, to be honest. One part of me doesn't want it to, because everyone will be constantly around me, and they'll expect me to get wasted at a club, and I don't want that. But then, I remember not looking forward to last year's birthday, and it turned out to be really good, my best.
So I really don't know.
I need to plan out my flight. That is vital. I just checked it, but will make phone calls, and stuff, hopefully soon.
So many plans, and it feels like only a month since I first got to this country.
Right people, I have to go. I might buy that tramp some chicken Mcnuggets as a thank you.
All the best, hope you're all still working or studying, and having fun, whichever is applicable.
Speak soon.
“All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” (Samuel Johnson)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” (Mark Twain)
Hello everyone!
Thank you for all the birthday love, I had a great day. Spent the first part walking round the city looking for jobs, and then chilled in a park for a while. Then I came back to the hostel, got pulled into a drinking game where whenever anyone said the word "birthday" I had to drink.
After a few "Happy Birthday to You"s, I was fairly plastered. I do remember, however, stumbling to Mcdonalds, and sending off a job application to the Cruise Ship company! Man, when I remembered I'd done that I was worried, but I've just checked it and it's a surprisingly good application. Could still be sailing round Africa, cleaning a pool on a huge ship.
I got lots of Facebook love, that was nice. And people at the hostel are now really gelling, it's a really nice place to stay again.
But today, just now in fact, a friend went out to a club. She's leaving tomorrow, so it was the Leaving Outting, and she was upset that not many people were going out. So I joined them, to boost the numbers.
Turns out they were going to a gay club. Wow. Now I hate clubs, I can't dance, and I'm not gay, so I was worried. But hey, haha, I had a good time. An hour later I was going mental. Good stuff.
Actually enjoyed myself. It won't happen again, it was a one off, but it was a good night.
Right, I'm getting tired. It's 3.40, I've spent an hour thanking everyone on Facebook.
I have a thing on Tuesday, a day course that will allow me to work in places that serve alcohol, so that'll help with jobs, and on Wednesday I might be working for a guy unloading shipping containers, so looking forward to that.
Ok people, lots of love, all the best.
xx
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Saturday 14th
Heya guys.
Nothing to report on really. Had to change hostels, probably for the last time in Melbourne. But got to carry my luggage through the city in a storm, that was nice.
And I got stopped by police on the way. They had a report that a drunk person was throwing over tables in the Aussy equivalent of Burger King, and I fitted the guy's description. Was quite fun actually. They could tell I wasn't drunk, and so I enjoyed the experience of being questioned.
I'm a bit low at the moment, but I'm not sure why. I get lonely sometimes.
It'll pass once I get back to Sydney, I'm guessing. Not much longer.
Anyway, speak soon.
"Don't you worry son,
the hills and mountains you look upon,
It's in your Blood, it's in your soul,
And it will be till you grow old." (Lee Evans, Land of Your Forefathers)
Still Saturday. It's frikking freezing. I love it. The moon is full, and people are staring at me staring at the moon. However, two wasted Tasmanians are nearby, pissing in hedges and enlightening me on how they're feeling. They're fun drunks, but it's still slightly unnerving.
Hello hello! It's Tuesday night, on the 17th of March. I have just had an stressful and emotional few phone calls, basically cancelling my university application for this year. But it's not as bad as I had originally thought; my plan was to reapply this year for next year, but having been told that I probably won't get a place as I applied late, I can apply later this year for next year. All I'd be doing is reapplying, without a gap year. And as I've made my mistakes, I won't make them again, that's the plan. So it is annoying, but it certainly isn't a disaster. When I was told I probably wouldn't get in, I was angry, because if I go home this June/July, then I will have only been to two cities, and would have therefore wasted my trip. That's what I felt.
Now I'm slightly more relaxed, things make more sense.
No other news apart from that, that's pretty much the main event of the day. I'm going back to Sydney tomorrow probably, and I bought a nice jacket. It's St Patrick's day, so there are lots of drunk people. I might let off some steam with the help of a bottle. Of Jaiger.
Right, I'm done here.
All the best. Lots of love, LOTS of love. Y'hear?
See ya.
HEYO.
I'm back in the Jolly Swagman, in Sydney. Just got here, the bus journey was alright. I had one guy nearby who kept snorting, every three minutes. And two women in front who stank. But I got through it ok, I can see why people fly though.
So the plan is to chill for maybe a day, then get on the phone to the job agency I had months ago, and they'll hook me up with a jobby.
And then, who knows.
I'm checking the emails, but nothing from universities.
Ah, well.
Nothing to report on really. Had to change hostels, probably for the last time in Melbourne. But got to carry my luggage through the city in a storm, that was nice.
And I got stopped by police on the way. They had a report that a drunk person was throwing over tables in the Aussy equivalent of Burger King, and I fitted the guy's description. Was quite fun actually. They could tell I wasn't drunk, and so I enjoyed the experience of being questioned.
I'm a bit low at the moment, but I'm not sure why. I get lonely sometimes.
It'll pass once I get back to Sydney, I'm guessing. Not much longer.
Anyway, speak soon.
"Don't you worry son,
the hills and mountains you look upon,
It's in your Blood, it's in your soul,
And it will be till you grow old." (Lee Evans, Land of Your Forefathers)
Still Saturday. It's frikking freezing. I love it. The moon is full, and people are staring at me staring at the moon. However, two wasted Tasmanians are nearby, pissing in hedges and enlightening me on how they're feeling. They're fun drunks, but it's still slightly unnerving.
Hello hello! It's Tuesday night, on the 17th of March. I have just had an stressful and emotional few phone calls, basically cancelling my university application for this year. But it's not as bad as I had originally thought; my plan was to reapply this year for next year, but having been told that I probably won't get a place as I applied late, I can apply later this year for next year. All I'd be doing is reapplying, without a gap year. And as I've made my mistakes, I won't make them again, that's the plan. So it is annoying, but it certainly isn't a disaster. When I was told I probably wouldn't get in, I was angry, because if I go home this June/July, then I will have only been to two cities, and would have therefore wasted my trip. That's what I felt.
Now I'm slightly more relaxed, things make more sense.
No other news apart from that, that's pretty much the main event of the day. I'm going back to Sydney tomorrow probably, and I bought a nice jacket. It's St Patrick's day, so there are lots of drunk people. I might let off some steam with the help of a bottle. Of Jaiger.
Right, I'm done here.
All the best. Lots of love, LOTS of love. Y'hear?
See ya.
HEYO.
I'm back in the Jolly Swagman, in Sydney. Just got here, the bus journey was alright. I had one guy nearby who kept snorting, every three minutes. And two women in front who stank. But I got through it ok, I can see why people fly though.
So the plan is to chill for maybe a day, then get on the phone to the job agency I had months ago, and they'll hook me up with a jobby.
And then, who knows.
I'm checking the emails, but nothing from universities.
Ah, well.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday 8th March
Heya people.
It is Sunday, the last full day of my hospital adventure. I'm in good spirits, I was able to get the cheque made to cash, so I can go into a bank tomorrow and put $2050 straight into my account, no faffing. I am able to eat a meal that doesn't take two minutes to prepare by adding it to boiling water. And I may soon be on my way back to Sydney, to get a bloody job. Don't wanna piss away the money I'll soon have.
And on top of that, I just won a poker game. Seven people, I won by holding a pair of aces, and then another came up on the river. Had to get the guy to think I had crap, it worked, I won. I love that game.
I'll try and phone Emma tomorrow, see if she got her parcel delivered.
And Scott paid me back and checked me into a hostel tomorrow, so I can simply walk in and do whatever.
I'm looking forward to whatever happens. But I just wish the frikking UCAS thing would get sorted, I'm very worried now. I sent another email to my teacher, I just wish I'd get some feedback. Ticking me off.
Ok, I gotta go, need to sort stuff out, got things to do. Speak soon, I'll let you know what happens.
All the best.
"Don't worry, about a thing,
Cus every little thing, is gonna be alright.
Woke up this morning,
Stared at the rising sun,
Three little birds by my doorstep,
Swinging sweet songs, A melody pure and true,
Singing, 'This is my message to you hoo hoo." (Bob Marley, Three Little Birds)
Alright people! I am out of the hospital, it's a beautiful day, and I discover that pretty much the whole city is shut down because of Labour Day. People everywhere, walking in the streets, music and partying... Daim, haha. Quite odd, being cooped up for a week and then let out onto a festival. But on the downside, the banks are closed, so I can't cash my flipping cheque. And I had to sign a form, saying if I lose or damage it then there's no replacement, so I'm kinda crapping myself. Luckily the cash Scott gave me plus my poker winnings will keep me going for a good few days, just in case.
So tonight I'm gonna chill. I'm not even gonna go the gym; apparently a guy on the trial had blood taken, and the same day he did some weights and his arm filled up with blood. So I'm going to just relax.
Right then, will keep you updated.
Speak soon.
G'day. It's Tuesday, David's birthday! WOOO, happy birthday to you indeed :).
I wish you much happiness and many smiles.
You won't read this for a few hours, but if I were you I'd start celebrating your birthday in Australia time, then you can start a few hours earlier :D.
All the best.
Hey.
It's Wednesday, not my happiest day in a while. I couldn't sleep last night, at all. And then from about 8am til about 7pm, I was having those recurring stomach cramps. Kept taking painkillers and throwing them back up again. Was the closest I've ever been to going to hospital and getting help. I have a theory as to their nature, it could be simple food poisoning, as I had a steak last night that hadn't been kept cold. Oh well, I'm feeling better now, but I know for a fact that tonight will be another sleepless one, due to having been asleep in the daytime.
Better news, UCAS is now completed. Everything that had to be sent off from school has been done so, and I'm now waiting for the universities reply. Bit worried, but at least they've recieved the damn thing. A letter will be sent from UCAS to the house, and I'll need the track number that's inside to see what decision is made.
I need something to do, I need a goal. At the moment I feel like I'm stumbling around achieving nothing. Once I get my money, I'll try and use it to achieve a target, one of the little ones I set myself before I came out here. Once I get to Sydney, I'll be able to go to the park three times a week, that'll be good, I'm out of practice. But at the moment, nothing.
If you can, look on the internet for the American Beauty soundtrack. Try and listen to the song called "American Beauty." It's by the same composer as the soundtrack for Meet Joe Black, and it's a nice tune.
Right, I'm off. I need to think of a way to waste a few hours.
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say. " (Lord of the Rings)
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." (Gandalf the Grey)
"Many folk like to know beforehand what is to be set on the table; but those who have laboured to prepare the feast like to keep their secret; for wonder makes the words of praise louder."(Gandalf the White)
It is Sunday, the last full day of my hospital adventure. I'm in good spirits, I was able to get the cheque made to cash, so I can go into a bank tomorrow and put $2050 straight into my account, no faffing. I am able to eat a meal that doesn't take two minutes to prepare by adding it to boiling water. And I may soon be on my way back to Sydney, to get a bloody job. Don't wanna piss away the money I'll soon have.
And on top of that, I just won a poker game. Seven people, I won by holding a pair of aces, and then another came up on the river. Had to get the guy to think I had crap, it worked, I won. I love that game.
I'll try and phone Emma tomorrow, see if she got her parcel delivered.
And Scott paid me back and checked me into a hostel tomorrow, so I can simply walk in and do whatever.
I'm looking forward to whatever happens. But I just wish the frikking UCAS thing would get sorted, I'm very worried now. I sent another email to my teacher, I just wish I'd get some feedback. Ticking me off.
Ok, I gotta go, need to sort stuff out, got things to do. Speak soon, I'll let you know what happens.
All the best.
"Don't worry, about a thing,
Cus every little thing, is gonna be alright.
Woke up this morning,
Stared at the rising sun,
Three little birds by my doorstep,
Swinging sweet songs, A melody pure and true,
Singing, 'This is my message to you hoo hoo." (Bob Marley, Three Little Birds)
Alright people! I am out of the hospital, it's a beautiful day, and I discover that pretty much the whole city is shut down because of Labour Day. People everywhere, walking in the streets, music and partying... Daim, haha. Quite odd, being cooped up for a week and then let out onto a festival. But on the downside, the banks are closed, so I can't cash my flipping cheque. And I had to sign a form, saying if I lose or damage it then there's no replacement, so I'm kinda crapping myself. Luckily the cash Scott gave me plus my poker winnings will keep me going for a good few days, just in case.
So tonight I'm gonna chill. I'm not even gonna go the gym; apparently a guy on the trial had blood taken, and the same day he did some weights and his arm filled up with blood. So I'm going to just relax.
Right then, will keep you updated.
Speak soon.
G'day. It's Tuesday, David's birthday! WOOO, happy birthday to you indeed :).
I wish you much happiness and many smiles.
You won't read this for a few hours, but if I were you I'd start celebrating your birthday in Australia time, then you can start a few hours earlier :D.
All the best.
Hey.
It's Wednesday, not my happiest day in a while. I couldn't sleep last night, at all. And then from about 8am til about 7pm, I was having those recurring stomach cramps. Kept taking painkillers and throwing them back up again. Was the closest I've ever been to going to hospital and getting help. I have a theory as to their nature, it could be simple food poisoning, as I had a steak last night that hadn't been kept cold. Oh well, I'm feeling better now, but I know for a fact that tonight will be another sleepless one, due to having been asleep in the daytime.
Better news, UCAS is now completed. Everything that had to be sent off from school has been done so, and I'm now waiting for the universities reply. Bit worried, but at least they've recieved the damn thing. A letter will be sent from UCAS to the house, and I'll need the track number that's inside to see what decision is made.
I need something to do, I need a goal. At the moment I feel like I'm stumbling around achieving nothing. Once I get my money, I'll try and use it to achieve a target, one of the little ones I set myself before I came out here. Once I get to Sydney, I'll be able to go to the park three times a week, that'll be good, I'm out of practice. But at the moment, nothing.
If you can, look on the internet for the American Beauty soundtrack. Try and listen to the song called "American Beauty." It's by the same composer as the soundtrack for Meet Joe Black, and it's a nice tune.
Right, I'm off. I need to think of a way to waste a few hours.
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say. " (Lord of the Rings)
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." (Gandalf the Grey)
"Many folk like to know beforehand what is to be set on the table; but those who have laboured to prepare the feast like to keep their secret; for wonder makes the words of praise louder."(Gandalf the White)
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