Thank God I Wasn't 'Taken'
28.07.2009 - 30.07.2009 60 °F
So yesterday (tuesday), all of my friends/acquaintances/neighbors went on the Sydney Bus Tour. It's an all day thing, you get on and off the bus and take tons of photos that you never do anything with anyway and they never do the landmark your taking it of justice after the fact...also it cost $50 so I didn't go. (Have I told you how expensive Sydney is yet? Well it is. Heaps. Heaps and Heaps, mate)
Once I realized everyone from The Village was gone for the day, I needed a plan. I promised myself I wouldn't facebook all day. So I got on 131500.com and planned a bus/train route into Newtown (suburb close to downtown Sydney) for a day of op-shops! aka, thrift stores. Just as I was walking out the door, one of my new roomies walked in. His name is Jeffrey and he is from Boston. I talked to him briefly. My impression? I couldn't tell if he is gay or not...and don't worry, I haven't given him my blog address so its all good. He has super super white teeth and is overly nice. So...to be revealed. But shoot, what girl doesn't want a good gay friend, am I right?
So I invited him to the city but once he found out I was shopping, he declined.
Belle said, "Be reallllly careful! Because if you lost, I no help you cuz I in class all day, ahahaha"...
I took a bus and then took a train and thought, "oh man if my dad only knew what I was doing right now" and then shortly after I arrived in Newtown.
Walked a while, ducked in a few op-shops and vintage shops (even in the US, vintage shops just are not my thing) walked some more and decided I was hungry. I stopped for some tomato and basil bruchetta...the cheapest thing I could find on the menu but still a whopping $7.50. I kept walking down the strip and then decided, "Newtown is pretty sketch, and I probably shouldn't be here". So, I made my way back down the other side of the street to catch the train. Just as I arrived on the platform, a dildo fell from the sky (I'm sorry grandma, it's just what happened).
Two schoolgirls in uniforms looked in my direction with appalled expressions, "Is that yours?" "No," I answered, "but can you tell me how to get somewhere where I can buy some reasonably priced clothes?" So I caught the train with them and got the rundown all about how the one wanted to have alot of guy friends. "Just somebody to call up and say 'hey dude, wanna come spoon?' and if he doesnt then i'll say 'hey, piss off' and call the next dude 'hey, come spoon with me?' and then smoke a joint or something cool like that you know? anyhow...this is your stop,lovely chatting with you, cheers"
I got off at central. Downtown, Downtown.
Walked around a few shopping malls. You know it was a moment of realization when I walked into the mall and didnt recognize a single shop except for Pumpkin Patch. As I was not about to buy toddlers apparel, I thought, "I don't even know what's acceptable to wear? What's hip!? If I show up to a house in an outfit from Cotton On, will I be the ugly girl?" So, I decided to go with what I liked...brilliant, yeah? This happened to be Cotton On...comfy stuff. I got a whole outfit and walked to Starbucks for hot chocolate.
See? Still same old me...thrift stores and hot chocolate and dropping my dildos carelessly.
I walked around for a bit more and then realized the 5 o'clock workers hustle bustle was about to take place. I went back to the train station and desperately tried to navigate a route back to Macquarie University. Dang, I really missed my iPhone then.
Just as my feet were starting to hurt, Anthony called me on my 'mobile'...not cell phone. He was catching a bus home from work! "You're in the city? Alone...? Just catch a bus to my house". So that worked out nicely. I caught a bus to Seaforth. The Aussies on the bus all laughed at me when I asked them what stop was Seaforth. I like to think it's because they like my accent and not because I'm an ignorant American tourist.
Aw, so good to see Anthony.
His 'mum' cooked dinner...we all ate at the table including his dad...I faked like I knew how to use a fork AND a knife simultaneously so I could appear somewhat proper...and then we all watched an episode of NCIS. No,but really his parents aren't tense at all. Really laid back, generous, successful, and sarcastic.
After considering that I had a new outfit on hand and that Anthony is totally fine with sharing his toothbrush with me (oh also that Uni was an hour away) I decided to just spend the night.
Now yes, I've been to Mexico, Hawaii, The Bahamas etc...and I'm saying that waking up to the view outside of his bedroom window is just as breathtaking EvErYtImE. The sun rises just behind the hill and lights up the water in the bay....which is all still...this is especially a beautiful sight when you get up at 6:45am
I caught the bus from Seaforth to North Sydney with Anthony on his way to work. Then I got on the railway back to Macquarie. I'll be a champ at this public transit in no time. Uh, hopefully...because it runs my life around here.
I got back to The Village with just enough time to wash my face and then meet Simone and her roommate Brandon from Belgium to walk to orientation.
In the auditorium for orientation, I recognized about half of the faces from surf camp. I sat by Miller (Sherwood) and Brandon. We got free subway for lunch...sat outside and was a social butterfly for a couple hours...went back to my house and surpise! Met the rest of my roomies! Besides Belle, we are all Americans. Ah, kind of a bummer, but it is better than a house full of asians...and yes thats happened to a few people. We're from Oregon (me), Ohio, Kentucky, and Boston. In total, there are 3 girls and two boys. Everyone seems alright but we didn't get much of a chance to meet each other today so to be determined I guess.
I went to the gym...this free food is just amazing but I tend to overindulge when there is no cost involved. After running I took advantage of my free fitness classes and went to Pilates. This instructor was nowhere near as intense as my mom's work out DVDs. In fact, halfway thru, she dimmed the lights, came over, and caressed my bum..."loosen your bum, you're too tight dear".
I came home, slightly mortified, and heaps sleepy.
Showered and then the girls from next door came and got me to go out with them. Wednesday night is a big party night for uni here.
We went to someone else's apartment for a while and then caught the courtesy shuttle to The Ranch...or El Rancho if you are really creative. It is the club thats about five minutes off campus and is promoted big time by the uni...second to the UBar which is actually THE club on campus but more for Thursday nights.
I saw heaps of people from surf camp again but a good deal more aussies...maybe they are keen on the idea of picking up on the tourists there.
Ok, question: if a guy buys you a drink...what is that implying? Or what is he expecting to come of that? This happened (cool guy, don't get me wrong) but as soon as I finished, the girls and I got up, left the table, and went dancing. Was that a jerk move on my part?
Anyway, I had tons of fun, and made some more really good girlfriends (alot of silly girls from Jersey and one Canada).
Anyways, we caught the courtesy shuttle back home, I made peanut butter toast and hot chocolate, put on Anthony's sweatshirt and am about to crash. We're going shopping in the morning for 'going out' dresses and then I've got a 5 hour enrolment session...yeah, enrolment with one 'L'.
P.s. Surf camp pictures are now posted!