Finding My Feet

So the last two days have been maddening... Just trying to get settled in and set up all of those annoying loose-ends that we tend to take for granted in the US. This morning I went grocery shopping with some newfound buddies and on our way (it's like a 15 minute walk) we crossed a street and an angry, bald white man in a van was turning onto the street we were walking along. As we finish crossing, the angry, bald white man attempts to drive up on the curb after us and then as he drives away, flips us off and gesticulates in a muted manner behind his closed windows. I would hate to see what happens when we actually J-walk...

Today also involved getting a student ID, getting a bus pass, and opening bank account. The teller at the bank was really nice on account of the fact that she reminded us to ithdraw money for when we go out to the pubs tomorrow (I guess all the Aussies like to get drunk on Tuesdays here for some reason.) Also I'm working on filing a tax number so that I can work and get moneys (minimum wage here is 15.00 an hour). That explains why everything is soo expensive! I thought it was all good when the exchange rate with the US was the same. But it turns out that the standard of living here it almost double as it is in the states! In addition, I registered for classes today... And I only have class 2 days a week. Chee-yayuh!

By the way, fuck those damn goat birds. Sorry for the lack of pictures this time, I only managed to snag a quick one of the drive through liquor store for Ian, who I miss dearly.

Getting There

I want to shoot jetlag and then piss on its grave. I watched 5 movies on the way here. From Paris, with Love, Edge of Darkness, Valentine's Day, The Bounty Hunter, She's Out of My League and Vanlentine's Day. Bradley Cooper was gay in the end. The first thing I bought with Australian money was a Krispy Kreme donut for 2.fucking25AUD which is slightly less than 2.whythefuckiseverythingsoexpensive25USD. My lips are chapped and my feet are going to curl over the edge of my bed for the next four months. There is a pissed off bloat-throated crow that is capable of sounding like an entire herd of pissed off goats outside my window. Jonathan from Kenya lives across the hall from me. He took me out to lunch at Hungry Jack in his saturn that he bought for 2,000 AUD which is slightly less than 2,000 USD. We both ordered double cheeseburger meals. He got here in february and is staying here for the next five years. His mother lives in Jersey but he does not know where that is. I find it funny how genuine a conversation can become when both participants are forced to strip the English down to it's bones for comprehensive purposes. When i got back I thanked Jonathan and walked around the campus for 40 minutes and ended spending 20 of them playing the most multicultural game of soccer that I ever have in my life in Sperry's with recycling bins for the goals.

Anyway, I heard jetlag's mama's a two timin' whore.... But that's just what I heard.