HELLO! i'm am so bad at this blogging thing. remember when i was good at it? that was short-lived.
i hate this. everyday at least 3 times a day, i have the thought 'yes, i need to blog about that'. (sad as it may be....) and then when i get here... i've forgotten it all. it's so sad. and the level of insanity the australian show in their pronunciation needs to be told.
so..... i took 4 classes this semester.. and i'm done with 2 of them. i have 5 days to write 2 papers. each at 3,000 words. 5 days to write 6,000 words. i actually, technically have 8 days... but next wednesday i'm going camping with 6 other friends... so i have to finish by wednesday.
BUT! this monday is cowboys-giants. gonna be a good game. i thought the cowboys-eagles game was gonna be big... but the cowboys just threw down! i hope they can do something like that this week! did you know? i watch the nfl. every monday here. and it's amazing. well... getting to watch it. i was thinking how great it would be to throw back a beer during this cowboys-giants game on monday... but it starts at 8:15 am here... so i dont' think drinking at 8am will be approved of... so i might have to hold back.
did i tell you they call Jell-o, jelly? it's so weird. 'let's take a jelly shot'. no. that does not work. i am sorry.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i have HUGE plans for this upcoming year.... i hope at least some of them happen...
ok.. let's just see what i have in mind..
i get back to america in 1 week. nov 19th.
then t-give.
then a stars game.
then the cowboys-packers game.
then rhode island.
then austin.
THEN! in january: i'm supposed to have a friend visit.. and we'll drive around.
THEN! in the rest of january, i take an even bigger road trip out to LA where i have about 8 friends to visit.
then feb. back here to australia.
then my april break: ROAD TRIP TO ULURU! (ayer's rock!) and other outback tourist sights.
then school.
then june (i think!): DANIELLE'S GETTING MARRIED!
then july: my b-day.. and a rich australian friends wants me to visit her at her HOUSE in FRANCE! then travel to italy and spain with her. oh man.. i really want that one to happen.
then my september break: new zealand.
dang man. WHO WANTS TO COME WITH ME????!!!
i need to go sleep off this excitement
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
She needs to dye her roots...
wow. two months. i haven't written. remember the good ole days when i wrote almost every day? yeah... i didn't have any friends back then. awww....
but here i am! two months. two months. a lot has happened, as i'm sure it has in your life.
let's see, well, i went to ireland with my parents and sister. and it was amazing. my sister and i didn't fight once. I KNOW! it was a miracle. we did sing a lot in the back seat, which i'm sure drove my parents a little nutty. but my dad was too busy concentrating on not driving on the wrong side of the road. and i must say, he only slipped up about a handful of times. however, one of those times was entering a circle/roundabout, while a motorcycle was trying to exit, therefor heading right as us, while 2 new parents and their child in the stroller were walking on the sidewalk, right where i'm sure my father wanted to swerve... but luckily we went left, the motorcycle stayed to our right, and everyone lived.
but ireland was truly amazing. we saw a castle when we wanted. we walked where we wanted. we drove when we wanted. we stopped to lots of archaeological sites. one of which came with its own female german tourist who insisted all other paying toursits must get out of her shot when she was posing for a picture for her husband. my sister does a fantabulous bitch-german-tourist impression now.
we said 'dingle dingle' and 'tweedle dee tweedle dee' a lot.
OH! we also went to the small, and i mean like 1 road, 2 block long town/city/place one of my great-grandfather's left when he was about 16 to come to america to start a life... which led to me. it was really amazing, i wish i could describe it.. oh, but don't think i won't try...
so my father knew his grandfather grew up by this lake, which happened to be the named after the town/city/place he grew up.. the town/city/place we were looking for... that is no longer on any map. before the trip, my mother kept trying to prepare my father for the family luck we have, where not everything turns out well, and this place could be completely gone with no remaining original dwellers. (considering it's not even on the map... as i said). so.... i forget what 2 cities we were making our days journey between, but we left this like ancestral outing to one of our last days, and one of our days with lots of driving we had to get done before the sun went down (because trust me, you did not want us driving on the roads of ireland in the dark.. let alone in perfect sunlight). so, on the map of ireland, the lake (which we think my great-grandfather grew up by) is still drawn on. hooray! our plan: go to the lake.. drive around it... see what is there. so, on our way up, we stopped at the last big city before we hit the small roads to take us to the lake. our plan was to ask a local if they knew of this town/city/place. however, every person i asked was a tourist. so we stopped at this lowly pub on the way to the lake and my sister and i went in.. because surely, itw as about 3pm, and if anyone was going to be in there, it had to be old local men who know all about all. so we found 2 elderly men, probably on about their 8th beer each... we asked if they had heard of it.. and oh man. what a mistake... we stood there for about 8-12 minutes (yes.. 8-12) while they pondered, threw around city names, family names, beer names, sheep names, until i finally thought we could give our thanks and leave.. and then no.. they kept talking. but FINALLY we got out. and the only help the drunk men offered was 'well, if it was there, it's there now'. ok!
off we go to the lake. we find the lake. we turn down a road. a small small road. we come to a fork. we don't know where to go. it's not like this is NYC. there aren't any street signs, no businesses. this is, farm country ireland headquarters. with small irish cottages, and nothing, and i mean NOTHING else. we decide to turn back at the fork in the road, back to the main road, to see if we can start again... and AHHHHHHHH! LOOK! there it was. an erected stone with the place/city/town's name etched into it. we had found it. our roots.
so we immediately jumped out, and took a timed picture of our family with the stone with our digital camera while a car full of old irish ladies drove by us.
anyway, there's much more to this. we went to a pub, who knew of the family line my great-grandfather left behind, we went to the church where we think they were born?, we found a great cemetary in the city over with a lot of tombstones with the family name on it. it was awesome.
so that was one part of ireland.
theeeeeeeennnn... i returned to school. had a 2 week break. and for the first work my good friend N from home came to visit. we spent 4 days in sydney, a few at my university, then he had to leave, but i still had a week left before classes started up again. and N, don't think i'm just breezing over your visit. there were so many stories, i'm just sure the readers are still trying to calm their nerves from my ireland story, i want to give you a chance to catch your breath. for another blog my friends, another blog.
so yes, N came, went, school started back up. i joined my dorm's soccer team, i've had LOTS of assignments, i got sick :( , i've done laundry, painted my nails, lost sunglasses, oh.. and my newest tradition... watching NFL live at 3am with 2 other americans. it's fabulous. sunday nites/early monday mornings, from 3am to about 2pm we watch football, and it's sooo nice. none of htis cricket or australian rules football, or rugby... regular american football.
the first time we put a football game on... all the austrlians kept asking 'is it the superbowl already?'. that is their only exposure to nfl. the superbowl. so everygame they saw, they thought it was the superbowl. also, they can't believe it's called football when you hardly ever use your foot on the ball. well i can't believe they don't pronounce potato and tomato the same way. so i think we're even.
for a while tho, there was a certain cricket tournament, the Twenty20 World Cup or something. and it was very very exciting. i like cricket. the final game came down to India and Pakistan. and boy, were there lots of people watching in the common room. but it was so exciting, because they were all so exciting, and every hit or catch or run people were screaming and the final match was soooooooooooooo close, it literally came down to the last bowl (throw/pitch). it was awesome. india won. it was good stuff.
ok, well my laundry was done in its cycle about 8 minutes ago, and this ended up being fairly long. so i hope you enjoyed and i'll post with more stories from ireland, N's visit, and from my life here at university.
by the way, i only have a month left of classes. a whole school year here is nearly done. then i'll be returning to the states for about 3 months... but then that means i have to start my thesis soon...
i'm thinking of doing a cladistic analysis of the homo habilis specimens. it's very contraversial. what do you think???
but here i am! two months. two months. a lot has happened, as i'm sure it has in your life.
let's see, well, i went to ireland with my parents and sister. and it was amazing. my sister and i didn't fight once. I KNOW! it was a miracle. we did sing a lot in the back seat, which i'm sure drove my parents a little nutty. but my dad was too busy concentrating on not driving on the wrong side of the road. and i must say, he only slipped up about a handful of times. however, one of those times was entering a circle/roundabout, while a motorcycle was trying to exit, therefor heading right as us, while 2 new parents and their child in the stroller were walking on the sidewalk, right where i'm sure my father wanted to swerve... but luckily we went left, the motorcycle stayed to our right, and everyone lived.
but ireland was truly amazing. we saw a castle when we wanted. we walked where we wanted. we drove when we wanted. we stopped to lots of archaeological sites. one of which came with its own female german tourist who insisted all other paying toursits must get out of her shot when she was posing for a picture for her husband. my sister does a fantabulous bitch-german-tourist impression now.
we said 'dingle dingle' and 'tweedle dee tweedle dee' a lot.
OH! we also went to the small, and i mean like 1 road, 2 block long town/city/place one of my great-grandfather's left when he was about 16 to come to america to start a life... which led to me. it was really amazing, i wish i could describe it.. oh, but don't think i won't try...
so my father knew his grandfather grew up by this lake, which happened to be the named after the town/city/place he grew up.. the town/city/place we were looking for... that is no longer on any map. before the trip, my mother kept trying to prepare my father for the family luck we have, where not everything turns out well, and this place could be completely gone with no remaining original dwellers. (considering it's not even on the map... as i said). so.... i forget what 2 cities we were making our days journey between, but we left this like ancestral outing to one of our last days, and one of our days with lots of driving we had to get done before the sun went down (because trust me, you did not want us driving on the roads of ireland in the dark.. let alone in perfect sunlight). so, on the map of ireland, the lake (which we think my great-grandfather grew up by) is still drawn on. hooray! our plan: go to the lake.. drive around it... see what is there. so, on our way up, we stopped at the last big city before we hit the small roads to take us to the lake. our plan was to ask a local if they knew of this town/city/place. however, every person i asked was a tourist. so we stopped at this lowly pub on the way to the lake and my sister and i went in.. because surely, itw as about 3pm, and if anyone was going to be in there, it had to be old local men who know all about all. so we found 2 elderly men, probably on about their 8th beer each... we asked if they had heard of it.. and oh man. what a mistake... we stood there for about 8-12 minutes (yes.. 8-12) while they pondered, threw around city names, family names, beer names, sheep names, until i finally thought we could give our thanks and leave.. and then no.. they kept talking. but FINALLY we got out. and the only help the drunk men offered was 'well, if it was there, it's there now'. ok!
off we go to the lake. we find the lake. we turn down a road. a small small road. we come to a fork. we don't know where to go. it's not like this is NYC. there aren't any street signs, no businesses. this is, farm country ireland headquarters. with small irish cottages, and nothing, and i mean NOTHING else. we decide to turn back at the fork in the road, back to the main road, to see if we can start again... and AHHHHHHHH! LOOK! there it was. an erected stone with the place/city/town's name etched into it. we had found it. our roots.
so we immediately jumped out, and took a timed picture of our family with the stone with our digital camera while a car full of old irish ladies drove by us.
anyway, there's much more to this. we went to a pub, who knew of the family line my great-grandfather left behind, we went to the church where we think they were born?, we found a great cemetary in the city over with a lot of tombstones with the family name on it. it was awesome.
so that was one part of ireland.
theeeeeeeennnn... i returned to school. had a 2 week break. and for the first work my good friend N from home came to visit. we spent 4 days in sydney, a few at my university, then he had to leave, but i still had a week left before classes started up again. and N, don't think i'm just breezing over your visit. there were so many stories, i'm just sure the readers are still trying to calm their nerves from my ireland story, i want to give you a chance to catch your breath. for another blog my friends, another blog.
so yes, N came, went, school started back up. i joined my dorm's soccer team, i've had LOTS of assignments, i got sick :( , i've done laundry, painted my nails, lost sunglasses, oh.. and my newest tradition... watching NFL live at 3am with 2 other americans. it's fabulous. sunday nites/early monday mornings, from 3am to about 2pm we watch football, and it's sooo nice. none of htis cricket or australian rules football, or rugby... regular american football.
the first time we put a football game on... all the austrlians kept asking 'is it the superbowl already?'. that is their only exposure to nfl. the superbowl. so everygame they saw, they thought it was the superbowl. also, they can't believe it's called football when you hardly ever use your foot on the ball. well i can't believe they don't pronounce potato and tomato the same way. so i think we're even.
for a while tho, there was a certain cricket tournament, the Twenty20 World Cup or something. and it was very very exciting. i like cricket. the final game came down to India and Pakistan. and boy, were there lots of people watching in the common room. but it was so exciting, because they were all so exciting, and every hit or catch or run people were screaming and the final match was soooooooooooooo close, it literally came down to the last bowl (throw/pitch). it was awesome. india won. it was good stuff.
ok, well my laundry was done in its cycle about 8 minutes ago, and this ended up being fairly long. so i hope you enjoyed and i'll post with more stories from ireland, N's visit, and from my life here at university.
by the way, i only have a month left of classes. a whole school year here is nearly done. then i'll be returning to the states for about 3 months... but then that means i have to start my thesis soon...
i'm thinking of doing a cladistic analysis of the homo habilis specimens. it's very contraversial. what do you think???
Friday, August 10, 2007
Kiss Me...
I'm Irish.
and soon i'll not only just be irish... but i'll be IN ireland.
so since i'll be leaving for a week, i thought i would leave a little love. a little irish love.
i have a t-shirt that says Kiss Me, I'm an Irish Texan and oh yeah, i'm packing it and wearing it in ireland. god i love american tourists.
in a classroom, there was a message written "To Whoever repeatedly uses the grotty red marker, please clean because it stains"
Grotty.... grotty.... huh.
aussies say toe-MAH-toe (tomato) but they say poe-TAY-toe (potato). if words are spelled the same, shouldn't they rhyme?
i just read an article on an adaptive evolutionist theory on why babies cry at nite. so with natural selection and evolution, the babies that cried the most at nite survived more than the babies that didn't because when crying at nite they keep their mother up to suckle and so she can't make another baby.. thus extending the interbirth interval. so they get all the attention and have a better chance of living instead of another baby coming along and being forgotten. interesting, no? so like upright ancestors outlived the quadrupedal ancestords, the whiny babies have outlived the quiet sleeping babies because they kept their mom from having another baby. far-fetched, but interesting.
i bought a murder mystery book that takes place in ireland to read in ireland. i'll probably regret it, but i'm excited.
i just visited the 'hello my future girlfriend' site (not the original, but it still works) man, that'll never get old.
http://www.xsunderground.com/thechilde/
and wikipedia said he made another site to explain his original site. i don't want to read it tho. i want him to forever be in 6th grade. and forever think he's my future boyfriend.
AND
my friend I. just showed me this awesome site
http://www.geocities.com/asianprince_213/
please have a look around.
well, as little as this entry was, it was out of love.
and now i'm off to take the trash out, clean the dishes, and make sure i have everything ready for ireland.
love and hugs!
and soon i'll not only just be irish... but i'll be IN ireland.
so since i'll be leaving for a week, i thought i would leave a little love. a little irish love.
i have a t-shirt that says Kiss Me, I'm an Irish Texan and oh yeah, i'm packing it and wearing it in ireland. god i love american tourists.
in a classroom, there was a message written "To Whoever repeatedly uses the grotty red marker, please clean because it stains"
Grotty.... grotty.... huh.
aussies say toe-MAH-toe (tomato) but they say poe-TAY-toe (potato). if words are spelled the same, shouldn't they rhyme?
i just read an article on an adaptive evolutionist theory on why babies cry at nite. so with natural selection and evolution, the babies that cried the most at nite survived more than the babies that didn't because when crying at nite they keep their mother up to suckle and so she can't make another baby.. thus extending the interbirth interval. so they get all the attention and have a better chance of living instead of another baby coming along and being forgotten. interesting, no? so like upright ancestors outlived the quadrupedal ancestords, the whiny babies have outlived the quiet sleeping babies because they kept their mom from having another baby. far-fetched, but interesting.
i bought a murder mystery book that takes place in ireland to read in ireland. i'll probably regret it, but i'm excited.
i just visited the 'hello my future girlfriend' site (not the original, but it still works) man, that'll never get old.
http://www.xsunderground.com/thechilde/
and wikipedia said he made another site to explain his original site. i don't want to read it tho. i want him to forever be in 6th grade. and forever think he's my future boyfriend.
AND
my friend I. just showed me this awesome site
http://www.geocities.com/asianprince_213/
please have a look around.
well, as little as this entry was, it was out of love.
and now i'm off to take the trash out, clean the dishes, and make sure i have everything ready for ireland.
love and hugs!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Everybody Loves Spider Pig
ok, so this is not my fiji or tasmania post. obvy... i just thought that even tho i haven't gotten around to writing up my winter adventures, i should at least tell y'all what's been going on anyway!
today i was thinking about how bad i am about blogging, and that i'm glad it's not my job. because people out there do get to be paid to be bloggers! and then i started thinking about how in highschool we all took a job assessment test... answer questions and it tells you what you would be good at. i was wondering if 'blogger' has been added to that list. but then i recalled that the test said i should be a school counselor, and no joke, told my friend she should be a bus driver.
in other news, i spent an hour last nite on webmd.com. so i've been running outside about 3-4 times a week (there is a huge botanical garden that is right behind the campus, so it's really nice to jog through there!) and i thought i pulled my right quadricep muscle cause i had this weird sharp pain the next day whenever i walked. so i tried to walk with it for a few days, and then it moved into a lower back sharp pain, and a few days later, it has now settled itself on my right side near my back, like above my hip... aren't kidneys located there?? so i kept trying to look up appendicitis and kidney failure... but nothing gives a symptom of sharp pain when walking in your lower back on your side. so i'm just gonna stick with the idea that i pulled my quadricep muscle but my thigh got pissed it was in pain so it punched my kidney.
i made chocolate covered strawberries last nite! mmmm........
you know what they show late at nite here when no one is watching tv? everybody loves raymond. just like at home.
i made the BEST vegetarian enchiladas in the MICROWAVE the other nite. and i then made sweet potato and pumpkin mash. i have a new found love for pumpkin. it's really darn delicious!
so my life... i'm taking 3.5 classes. yes... i'm talking a half class... lectures don't start until after our 2 week september break. my classes are as follows:
forensic anthropology and archaeology: learning about how bodies decay postmortem. i've only had a few lectures... today's which consisted of a forensic entomologist guest speaker and lots of pictures of maggots eating a dead pig. i now know a lot more about maggots than i ever have, or have wanted to know. how my cousin went through med school, i have no idea. dead bodies are gross. i just want bones. nice, clean, flesh-free bones.
human evolution: this isn't a proper class. it's not technically offered this semester, so my fellow grad student G (the one who i visisted in tasmania) and i meet weekly with our professor and we 'discuss' the lectures he gave last year. we've only met once so far... so i'm not yet sure how informative this class will be...
human society and animal society: learning how animals have a socity and culture and how it has influenced humans. i got to watch a documentary on seagulls pulling out each other's feathers and eating each other's young. so far this semester has been gross.
then my half class is: scientific dating techniques. we will actually get tours of different labs to see people applying the dating technigues... argon/argon dating, radiocarbon, and some like resonance spin? no idea yet. gotta wait til september!
in other news... a great friend from highschool, D got engaged a few days ago and she also got her masters!! she's way ahead of me in the game of life.
socially life is same old same old. playing pool, watching DOOL, hanging out, it's quite lovely.
in class the forensic entomologist pronounced renaissance as 'rah NAY saunce'. weirdies.
this weekend I. asked me to The Law Ball. they don't have dances here, they have balls. so i have to go buy gold shoes tomorrow to go with my green dress!! i hope it's not all lawyer talk. maybe my sister can give me big words or famous cases i can throw out there. or maybe i'll amaze them all with my maggot knowledge
i watched a documentary the other day about the creation/evolution struggle. and in one segment a catholic explained dinosaurs WERE on noah's ark, but they all fell off and drowned. and when they drowned, the fell on top of the water living dinosaurs and pinned them to the ground.
my highschool mentor and favorite teacher just turned himself in for having a sexual relation with a 17 year old student. so that's pretty awesome.
the number 23 is a horrible movie. but... my birthday does add up to 23. so maybe i'm apart of the conspiracy.
the simpson's movie was surprisingly funny! SPIDER PIG! SPIDER PIG!
today i was thinking about how bad i am about blogging, and that i'm glad it's not my job. because people out there do get to be paid to be bloggers! and then i started thinking about how in highschool we all took a job assessment test... answer questions and it tells you what you would be good at. i was wondering if 'blogger' has been added to that list. but then i recalled that the test said i should be a school counselor, and no joke, told my friend she should be a bus driver.
in other news, i spent an hour last nite on webmd.com. so i've been running outside about 3-4 times a week (there is a huge botanical garden that is right behind the campus, so it's really nice to jog through there!) and i thought i pulled my right quadricep muscle cause i had this weird sharp pain the next day whenever i walked. so i tried to walk with it for a few days, and then it moved into a lower back sharp pain, and a few days later, it has now settled itself on my right side near my back, like above my hip... aren't kidneys located there?? so i kept trying to look up appendicitis and kidney failure... but nothing gives a symptom of sharp pain when walking in your lower back on your side. so i'm just gonna stick with the idea that i pulled my quadricep muscle but my thigh got pissed it was in pain so it punched my kidney.
i made chocolate covered strawberries last nite! mmmm........
you know what they show late at nite here when no one is watching tv? everybody loves raymond. just like at home.
i made the BEST vegetarian enchiladas in the MICROWAVE the other nite. and i then made sweet potato and pumpkin mash. i have a new found love for pumpkin. it's really darn delicious!
so my life... i'm taking 3.5 classes. yes... i'm talking a half class... lectures don't start until after our 2 week september break. my classes are as follows:
forensic anthropology and archaeology: learning about how bodies decay postmortem. i've only had a few lectures... today's which consisted of a forensic entomologist guest speaker and lots of pictures of maggots eating a dead pig. i now know a lot more about maggots than i ever have, or have wanted to know. how my cousin went through med school, i have no idea. dead bodies are gross. i just want bones. nice, clean, flesh-free bones.
human evolution: this isn't a proper class. it's not technically offered this semester, so my fellow grad student G (the one who i visisted in tasmania) and i meet weekly with our professor and we 'discuss' the lectures he gave last year. we've only met once so far... so i'm not yet sure how informative this class will be...
human society and animal society: learning how animals have a socity and culture and how it has influenced humans. i got to watch a documentary on seagulls pulling out each other's feathers and eating each other's young. so far this semester has been gross.
then my half class is: scientific dating techniques. we will actually get tours of different labs to see people applying the dating technigues... argon/argon dating, radiocarbon, and some like resonance spin? no idea yet. gotta wait til september!
in other news... a great friend from highschool, D got engaged a few days ago and she also got her masters!! she's way ahead of me in the game of life.
socially life is same old same old. playing pool, watching DOOL, hanging out, it's quite lovely.
in class the forensic entomologist pronounced renaissance as 'rah NAY saunce'. weirdies.
this weekend I. asked me to The Law Ball. they don't have dances here, they have balls. so i have to go buy gold shoes tomorrow to go with my green dress!! i hope it's not all lawyer talk. maybe my sister can give me big words or famous cases i can throw out there. or maybe i'll amaze them all with my maggot knowledge
i watched a documentary the other day about the creation/evolution struggle. and in one segment a catholic explained dinosaurs WERE on noah's ark, but they all fell off and drowned. and when they drowned, the fell on top of the water living dinosaurs and pinned them to the ground.
my highschool mentor and favorite teacher just turned himself in for having a sexual relation with a 17 year old student. so that's pretty awesome.
the number 23 is a horrible movie. but... my birthday does add up to 23. so maybe i'm apart of the conspiracy.
the simpson's movie was surprisingly funny! SPIDER PIG! SPIDER PIG!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
To Be Continued
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwow. i haven't posted in a while and a lot of of shizstuff has been a'happenin'. as you can visually see by the length of this post, i won't be contributing much today. today is harry potter day. i'm rereading all the harry potters to prepare myself for the release of the 7th hp book. i'm almost done with the second book. i might cheat and watch the 3rd movie instead of reading the 3rd book, but i'm definitely reading the 4th. it's my fave bona nave.
anyway, this holiday break was awesome. i spent a week in fiji, then i was in canberra for my birthday, then i spent a week in tasmania, and now it's the last day before the next semester begins.
i'll be posting summaries of my trips, i can't believe i haven't already, but frankly, i am just that lazy. but to keep you few readers who still come back and check my blog, i'll leave you with a few things i found out over the break
after steve irwin was killed by the sting ray, there was a backlash against all sting rays. apparently, like when americans after 9/11 set arab owned stores aflame, australians took out their anger and frustration on the innocent creatures that just happened to be genetically similar to the original culprit. sting rays were being caught and killed in the name of irwin. students would go to the beach, catch them a sting ray, then beat it up on shore to teach those good-for-nothing stingrays a lesson. while the rest of australia frankly didn't care irwin died, some actually thought it was funny. i don't think much of australia liked him... givin' australia a CRIKEY reputation
my friend G offered me a chocy biscy. after minutes of my laughter she handed me a chocolate biscuit.
if you want to buy someone a drink at a bar, like as a friend, they will 'shout' it for you. 'oh don't worry, i'll shout u' then they come back with a drink for me.
they call fanny packs bum bags.
while talking to G about lassie... me just barking and saying 'what was that girl? timmy fell down the well?' she was reminded about a show from her childhood: Skippy the Bush Kangaroo. they didn't have lassie, they had skippy. then she squeeked and said 'what was that skippy? sally's in trouble?'
the pick-up trucks here... the one they calls U's or utes... all look like el caminos. the lamest pick-up trucks i've ever seen.
i drove I's car again yesterday. i didn't kill anyone. i've yet to tackle a roundabout, but one day, one day.....
i also took I. to a vegetarian restaurant. it's where they have beef dishes, lamb, pork, chicken... but it's all tofu mushed with mushrooms and whatnot. it looks like beef, but it tastes cruelty-free. i was so proud I. was brave enough to eat there with me, but i don't think he'll be going back. i however, will be returning for the vegetarian hot and sour soup and their "beef" in bean sauce.
i really do have a lots of stories from fiji and tasmania. so please stay tuned. and it might take a bit, cause i was enjoying my break too much, i sorta forgot that i start school again tomorrow. i haven't bought my books, any school supplies, i'm not even sure where my classes are. and i may or may not have class tomorrow... it's hard to tell from my 'timetable' i was given. but don't worry, i'll sort it all out.... at least i didn't fail last semester :)
however, i did see wallabies, peacocks, multiple beaches, turned 24, got a fijian boyfriend (noooot really), called a chilean girl a whore, got a slight tan, read the worst book of all time "Prep", saw a man whose head was nibbled on by a tiger shark, saw a baby shark, went scuba diving, went on a ghost tour, saw dozens of little penguins... and much more
anyway, this holiday break was awesome. i spent a week in fiji, then i was in canberra for my birthday, then i spent a week in tasmania, and now it's the last day before the next semester begins.
i'll be posting summaries of my trips, i can't believe i haven't already, but frankly, i am just that lazy. but to keep you few readers who still come back and check my blog, i'll leave you with a few things i found out over the break
after steve irwin was killed by the sting ray, there was a backlash against all sting rays. apparently, like when americans after 9/11 set arab owned stores aflame, australians took out their anger and frustration on the innocent creatures that just happened to be genetically similar to the original culprit. sting rays were being caught and killed in the name of irwin. students would go to the beach, catch them a sting ray, then beat it up on shore to teach those good-for-nothing stingrays a lesson. while the rest of australia frankly didn't care irwin died, some actually thought it was funny. i don't think much of australia liked him... givin' australia a CRIKEY reputation
my friend G offered me a chocy biscy. after minutes of my laughter she handed me a chocolate biscuit.
if you want to buy someone a drink at a bar, like as a friend, they will 'shout' it for you. 'oh don't worry, i'll shout u' then they come back with a drink for me.
they call fanny packs bum bags.
while talking to G about lassie... me just barking and saying 'what was that girl? timmy fell down the well?' she was reminded about a show from her childhood: Skippy the Bush Kangaroo. they didn't have lassie, they had skippy. then she squeeked and said 'what was that skippy? sally's in trouble?'
the pick-up trucks here... the one they calls U's or utes... all look like el caminos. the lamest pick-up trucks i've ever seen.
i drove I's car again yesterday. i didn't kill anyone. i've yet to tackle a roundabout, but one day, one day.....
i also took I. to a vegetarian restaurant. it's where they have beef dishes, lamb, pork, chicken... but it's all tofu mushed with mushrooms and whatnot. it looks like beef, but it tastes cruelty-free. i was so proud I. was brave enough to eat there with me, but i don't think he'll be going back. i however, will be returning for the vegetarian hot and sour soup and their "beef" in bean sauce.
i really do have a lots of stories from fiji and tasmania. so please stay tuned. and it might take a bit, cause i was enjoying my break too much, i sorta forgot that i start school again tomorrow. i haven't bought my books, any school supplies, i'm not even sure where my classes are. and i may or may not have class tomorrow... it's hard to tell from my 'timetable' i was given. but don't worry, i'll sort it all out.... at least i didn't fail last semester :)
however, i did see wallabies, peacocks, multiple beaches, turned 24, got a fijian boyfriend (noooot really), called a chilean girl a whore, got a slight tan, read the worst book of all time "Prep", saw a man whose head was nibbled on by a tiger shark, saw a baby shark, went scuba diving, went on a ghost tour, saw dozens of little penguins... and much more
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
not as easy as it seems
it only took me 4 months and 13 days... but i finally saw a kangaroo! 2 in fact!
driving back from the mall... waiting at a light... there across the intersection... were 2 kangaroos munching away on some grass. just hanging out, watching all the cars go by.
finally.
driving back from the mall... waiting at a light... there across the intersection... were 2 kangaroos munching away on some grass. just hanging out, watching all the cars go by.
finally.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I'll take that holiday now, please.
omg, i'm done with my first semester. all my laziness during the year pretty much caught up with me at finals time.. oh sorry... that's too american. they aren't 'finals' they are 'exams'.
BUT i took all my exams, handed in all my essays... and now i've been... sleeping.
i got an HD (high distinction... highest grade you can get.. aussies go crazy for HD's) on one of my exams that was 70% of my grade for that class (human skeletal) so it's pretty safe to say i got an HD in the class. so i might not be able to write a paper, but gosh darnit, i can memorize bones.
and... i smashed my australian phone. i dropped it. not even far. just from my waist... and it broke the screen. sooo... i can't read or write text messages... i can still talk on it tho. i'll be asking vodafone for a new one tomorrow... maybe i did get insurance? how can i remember that long ago. BUT the worst part is... that i write little notes on my phone when something strikes me as funny or australian (1 in the same really) so that i can open up the 'note' and read it when i write my blog. but folks... i can no longer read it. so the last few notes i typed up on my phone are gone. so.... i don't have much to say here.
my mother sent me a care package tho!
it included:
1. bday present from my sister. the best bday present. it's an autographed t-shirt from a grown-up childhood actor from our favorite childhood movie NEWSIES. i'm in love with it.
2. graham crackers. we're having s'mores tonite, kids!!!
3. giant plastic texas cups. where and when these were bought? no idea... mom. but they are huge. and i'll be drinking out of them tonite while eating my s'mores.
4. a monkey card.
my undergrad friends all still have exams. this is the last week for them tho. 2 friends, S and K leave this thursday when they finish, going back to melbourne. i can't believe they are leaving so soon for a month!
i leave for fiji this saturday! the weather is supposed to be in the 80's and sunny! even tho there is a coup on the other side of the island... tourists should be juuuuuust fine.
i think i'll have about 5-7 friends still around for my birthday in july. so perhaps some partying can go down... no fireworks tho :( ALTHOUGH the country did just celebrate the queen's birthday last week and there were 3 nites of fireworks. i was asked if we celebrated the queen's birthday in america... i didn't respond.
i told my friend i had to 'run errands' today
'air it?'
no... errands
what are you airing out?
umm.. ok.. i have to... go to different places and buy things.
ohh... you have things to do.
errands i guess is not a popular word around here.
and my friend I. let me drive his car the other day!! it was only like 2 blocks down the road... but it was soooo weird. making a left hand turn as if it was a right hand turn.... i can't believe i didn't kill us.
I. and i also watched Independence Day.... man, we americans love ourselves.
when Bill Pullman as acting president plans an attack on the aliens and sends out messages to the rest of the armies worldwide.. the british go "It's about bloody time".
also in Bill Pullman's final war speech he claims that Independence Day is no longer an american holiday, but now the day the whole world can celebrate its independence, I. laughed and laughed and laughed. he read a critique by a british writer claiming it was the most 'pompous egotistical soliloquy in film history'.
i had to keep reassuring I. that as americans today, we don't live and die by the script of Independence Day.
although, bruce willis is coming out with another die hard: Live Free or Die Hard... and i'm so excited, just because of the title.
i still haven't seen a kangaroo. my friends keep promising me we are going to go Roo Huntin'... but we just haven't gotten around to it yet. now that i have a month off from school tho, i'm taking no excuses.
that's pretty much it around here.
for today i am going to:
eat lunch
watch DOOL (days of our lives)
clean
work out
shower
maybe nap
make s'mores and celebrate the end of exams with my friends.
it's a hard life down under.
BUT i took all my exams, handed in all my essays... and now i've been... sleeping.
i got an HD (high distinction... highest grade you can get.. aussies go crazy for HD's) on one of my exams that was 70% of my grade for that class (human skeletal) so it's pretty safe to say i got an HD in the class. so i might not be able to write a paper, but gosh darnit, i can memorize bones.
and... i smashed my australian phone. i dropped it. not even far. just from my waist... and it broke the screen. sooo... i can't read or write text messages... i can still talk on it tho. i'll be asking vodafone for a new one tomorrow... maybe i did get insurance? how can i remember that long ago. BUT the worst part is... that i write little notes on my phone when something strikes me as funny or australian (1 in the same really) so that i can open up the 'note' and read it when i write my blog. but folks... i can no longer read it. so the last few notes i typed up on my phone are gone. so.... i don't have much to say here.
my mother sent me a care package tho!
it included:
1. bday present from my sister. the best bday present. it's an autographed t-shirt from a grown-up childhood actor from our favorite childhood movie NEWSIES. i'm in love with it.
2. graham crackers. we're having s'mores tonite, kids!!!
3. giant plastic texas cups. where and when these were bought? no idea... mom. but they are huge. and i'll be drinking out of them tonite while eating my s'mores.
4. a monkey card.
my undergrad friends all still have exams. this is the last week for them tho. 2 friends, S and K leave this thursday when they finish, going back to melbourne. i can't believe they are leaving so soon for a month!
i leave for fiji this saturday! the weather is supposed to be in the 80's and sunny! even tho there is a coup on the other side of the island... tourists should be juuuuuust fine.
i think i'll have about 5-7 friends still around for my birthday in july. so perhaps some partying can go down... no fireworks tho :( ALTHOUGH the country did just celebrate the queen's birthday last week and there were 3 nites of fireworks. i was asked if we celebrated the queen's birthday in america... i didn't respond.
i told my friend i had to 'run errands' today
'air it?'
no... errands
what are you airing out?
umm.. ok.. i have to... go to different places and buy things.
ohh... you have things to do.
errands i guess is not a popular word around here.
and my friend I. let me drive his car the other day!! it was only like 2 blocks down the road... but it was soooo weird. making a left hand turn as if it was a right hand turn.... i can't believe i didn't kill us.
I. and i also watched Independence Day.... man, we americans love ourselves.
when Bill Pullman as acting president plans an attack on the aliens and sends out messages to the rest of the armies worldwide.. the british go "It's about bloody time".
also in Bill Pullman's final war speech he claims that Independence Day is no longer an american holiday, but now the day the whole world can celebrate its independence, I. laughed and laughed and laughed. he read a critique by a british writer claiming it was the most 'pompous egotistical soliloquy in film history'.
i had to keep reassuring I. that as americans today, we don't live and die by the script of Independence Day.
although, bruce willis is coming out with another die hard: Live Free or Die Hard... and i'm so excited, just because of the title.
i still haven't seen a kangaroo. my friends keep promising me we are going to go Roo Huntin'... but we just haven't gotten around to it yet. now that i have a month off from school tho, i'm taking no excuses.
that's pretty much it around here.
for today i am going to:
eat lunch
watch DOOL (days of our lives)
clean
work out
shower
maybe nap
make s'mores and celebrate the end of exams with my friends.
it's a hard life down under.
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