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.