Aboriginal Art from yesterday

May 12th, 2015

I awoke to a phone call from a recruiting agency for an interview the next day. Well, it’s something. That aside, it was a rather slow start for no particular reason. I kept putting off leaving for the gym, going over job applications and sorting out my RSA instead. I had got it for $20 (regular ~$45) with a scoopon, but the coupon had screwed up when it came to putting it in. That sorted, I procrastinated a little bit, then headed to the gym. The energy from my small breakfast was largely over, but an energyless workout is my punishment for procrastinating. Wooh, drained deadlifts!

The Big Green Thing I keep mentioning

May 11th, 2015

Back to the Gym morning ritual, though I actually threw in meditation today. It’s been a long time since I had actually sat down to do it. As I’ve told people, the hardest part of doing meditation is actually sitting down and doing it. I’ve been meaning to throw it onto the ritual of working out, but something else distracts me by the time I get home and it is forcibly shoved out of conscious thought.

Laurens and I agreed to go into town to wander. We check out a number of stores, I show him the star trek toilets, and we meet a few people. The most notable would be a Canadien girl who was trying to sell her van. Audrey was her name, and she's pretty cool. She invited us to get drinks with her friends that night, and since we happened to be free, we agreed. Didn’t buy the van, though.

May 10th, 2015

First off - Happy Day to all you Mothers out there! Especially Mine!

My day, on the other hand, was anything but happy. It was a lot of pain and a little bit of yelling into my porcelain friend. Hey, at least I caught up on some sleep. I finally dragged myself into mobility by 5pm and did some work. Last night was not worth this. Not at all.

I spoke with French Alexander a bit about this and that. We ate together, and I watched him consume quite a bit of food. It seems like every guy around me has trouble keeping weight on. I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard lately, so we’ll see what shakes out from that. Not today though. N-not... today....

Just a parked car

May 9th, 2015

Usual routine progresses: Wake at 10:45, eat, gym at noon after doing a little work. Return, shower, then into the scheduled unknown. Today I did a lot of work, whittling down the resume a bit more, refining it and targeting it more, applying to lots of jobs, writing and editing blog posts, and finally getting my stupid RSA (Aus Smart Serve). Since we didn’t go out last night and tonight is Rhys’ last night before he heads to Bali (and may not be back to Perth), it’s going to be a bigger night. I work until around 7:30 when I realize I have very little time to drink a lot of beer. 

Drinking at the Hostel

I throw back 5 in 45 minutes and head on over with 2 more. I had eaten relatively recently, so it was slower to process than expected. They were drinking Goon, which they allowed me to partake in after the 2 roadies were struck down in their prime. After that, there’s no real keeping track. Cup after cup of cheap wine. The French were drinking as well, so I got to bust out my terrible french and learn a bit here and there. Oh, hey, I met my first Canadian since arriving here, but she was Quebecois and didn’t speak much English.

May 8th, 2015

Boo. Today is the day that Yuzu is leaving town. Sure it’s only 2.5 hours away, but I don’t even have money to go there and back. I’m happy that she got a job on a farm, like she wanted, but it still sucks. The deal is only for a week, though, so I’m not entirely sure what she’s going to do during that week, or even after it. Because I want to meet up with her and it’s a half hour walk away, I get up an hour earlier, head to the gym, shower, and head out.

Walking through a city is funny, particularly when it’s not your country. I play a game of seeing if I can recognize their accents from the brief clips you get. Sometimes you heard something interesting that you wish you could follow up on, and other times you get something as inane as “The festival was really festive” - I literally heard that on my way to the bus station.