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
Monday, January 10, 2011
"Everything I did because I was sacred and heart broken. sorry." Sent 23:44 6/01/11 from G
You know this one means trouble don't you. A whole night's worth of it, actually a whole couple years of it if I'm being honest. And since honesty is my policy: this trouble is still ongoing. My Aussie friends tell me he's gay (and just denying it), he tells me he can never forgive me and spent the last 8 months systematically lying to me to try and "make me feel the way he felt" (which apparently is like rubbish), my brother says he just loves me too much and my sister says he's fucking stupid. Jury's still out on this one.
And just as a little disclaimer, the spelling above is how it came.
More on this topic later.
Cheers,
HeidiSaul
And just as a little disclaimer, the spelling above is how it came.
More on this topic later.
Cheers,
HeidiSaul
"Showgirlz 2011...better clear your Mon sched" Sent 16:57 03/01/11 from KK
So, another year, another country and tonight is the first night of Burlesque dancing in my latest town. My latest town being a small community where I'm trying to get a teaching job. Maybe a risky venture when some of the potential parents of my potential students could potentially be taking this class, but I've never let a little danger like that get in the way of a good night of dancing scandalously.
Considering the fact that I've been searching for jobs all over this vast country with both stripping agencies and departments of education I'd say a little dance class is actually pretty low on my list of worries. In fact the conversation with my sister over a coffee and a dog walk today, before she headed back home, consisted of conversations on whether I should move to Fort Mac and work as a stripper, fly to Korea to become a teacher or go back to Aus and do my Masters. I'm wanting to focus on "The Importance of Environmental Education in the Elementary Classroom".
If those damn school boards would just give me work Iwouldn't have to keep taking off my clothes for money. Well some of my clothes. I'm actually not a stripper at all. Just a simple honest lingerie waitress. And not a "lingerie waitress" (*wink* *wink*) either. I never hustled and never will. I don't do what the other girls do and bring erotica posters of myself to work to give out for cash or pretend to be interested in someone's story to get their money, or tell my fantasies to some creepy dude while doing coin tricks off my nipples. The only flashing I've ever done is of a very innocent and highschool nature and my career of it ended as soon as it started, when the intended recipients missed it and their dad accidentally saw it instead. I just serve beer in my underwear. A good honest living.
Anyways apparently it's about time to go shake it and I'm going to do some warming up before I head off in the freezing cold.
Cheers,
HeidiSaul
Considering the fact that I've been searching for jobs all over this vast country with both stripping agencies and departments of education I'd say a little dance class is actually pretty low on my list of worries. In fact the conversation with my sister over a coffee and a dog walk today, before she headed back home, consisted of conversations on whether I should move to Fort Mac and work as a stripper, fly to Korea to become a teacher or go back to Aus and do my Masters. I'm wanting to focus on "The Importance of Environmental Education in the Elementary Classroom".
If those damn school boards would just give me work Iwouldn't have to keep taking off my clothes for money. Well some of my clothes. I'm actually not a stripper at all. Just a simple honest lingerie waitress. And not a "lingerie waitress" (*wink* *wink*) either. I never hustled and never will. I don't do what the other girls do and bring erotica posters of myself to work to give out for cash or pretend to be interested in someone's story to get their money, or tell my fantasies to some creepy dude while doing coin tricks off my nipples. The only flashing I've ever done is of a very innocent and highschool nature and my career of it ended as soon as it started, when the intended recipients missed it and their dad accidentally saw it instead. I just serve beer in my underwear. A good honest living.
Anyways apparently it's about time to go shake it and I'm going to do some warming up before I head off in the freezing cold.
Cheers,
HeidiSaul
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