There's something about Australia that's pretty "strong and free". That "land down under song" certainly had some parts right. It's common knowledge, for instance, on a sunday who everyone in my group had hooked up with that weekend. Who they were interested in, who they were using and what they had said/done to/with each person. It was fun. Really fun. Dish sessions between the boys and a select few non-judgemental girls occured whilst people who had hooked up (or their bff's) were sitting around enjoying the beginning to a good ol sunday sesh.
So now my dish sessions and my "I'm gonna go for that guy and..." comments occur via electronic means. I don't know how what I write in -10 in a beach shack in a small town reaches my friend basking in the sun of ANOTHER +35 day in Perth...but damn am I thankful for it. And thankful for the fact that these people might laugh with me (or at me), they may make bets on who I'll take home, but they never judge me.
And that sums it up. My sister is making fun of me on facebook for drunken comments and the internet is a fishbowl so it's time to disconnect!
-heidisaul
Friday, February 25, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
"So what did the coin land on, china?" Sent 15:39 15/02/2011 from KevoChina
Again another week another city. As my friend "laingabang" says: "You change cities like most people change underwear."
This time at least it's not a completely new pair. Just an old favourite that's been washed once or twice. Back up in booneyville. As my friend Sausage from Aus puts it "hunting eskimos". Everything north of new york is eskimo to him though despite the fact that like many young aussies he's "done a season" in Whistler (or Banff or Kananaskis, it could be any skihill). And like most he never ventured far from the skihill because our minimum wage sucks so much that no one can earn enough to be bothered travelling around once they get here.
There's been a slight improvement as far as the boy scene. Having weeks upon weeks of the "ex files" he's moved to a far away city in Canada and I met myself a young pole...ahem Polish boy. And by young I mean when i was graduating from highschool he was leaving elementary.
So, aside from feeling like the guy from dazed and confused with the highschool fetish things are good.
Band right now at the pub I'm at is playing small town saturday night. Ahhh, while people are losing forks in fights and dancing at their tables atrociously I am here just getting settled in. Well the night is young and the possibilities are endless. Wish me luck!!
-Heidisaul
This time at least it's not a completely new pair. Just an old favourite that's been washed once or twice. Back up in booneyville. As my friend Sausage from Aus puts it "hunting eskimos". Everything north of new york is eskimo to him though despite the fact that like many young aussies he's "done a season" in Whistler (or Banff or Kananaskis, it could be any skihill). And like most he never ventured far from the skihill because our minimum wage sucks so much that no one can earn enough to be bothered travelling around once they get here.
There's been a slight improvement as far as the boy scene. Having weeks upon weeks of the "ex files" he's moved to a far away city in Canada and I met myself a young pole...ahem Polish boy. And by young I mean when i was graduating from highschool he was leaving elementary.
So, aside from feeling like the guy from dazed and confused with the highschool fetish things are good.
Band right now at the pub I'm at is playing small town saturday night. Ahhh, while people are losing forks in fights and dancing at their tables atrociously I am here just getting settled in. Well the night is young and the possibilities are endless. Wish me luck!!
-Heidisaul
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