Yes, well it certainly has been a while. Presently I sit on the couch in our luxurious living room. I have spanish learning paraphenalia surrounding me, as well as old newspapers, magazines and used coffee cups. The house is abuzz today- uni has been neglected by the housemates, instead undertaking last minute assignments. There is also excitement as there are two tradesmen on the roof of next door dismantling an old shed. I awoke to their hankering, and the three of us were contemplating whether we should go and sunbake in our bikinis in front of them, or offer 'light refreshments'. Bit of a laugh, really.
After working every day last week, I now currently find myself unemployed (again). I happily bade the most recent of workplaces adieu, we weren't too compatible. Yesterday I spent doing glorious things, which require time, and freedom. Parents have generously donated some fun times money, including getting a haircut and buying a 'trashy mag'. It also included getting Merida all fixed up, and I now feel safe going down hills, instead of feeling like riding a billycart.
Today is much the same- this whole week I have no plans, really, so I intend to get my life further back into order. Sort out centrelink, restock my fridge basket with goodies from the Queen Vic markets, catch up with some friends, buy some underwear, you know the deal. Yesterday I also vacuumed the shed which made it a helluva lot nicer, actually making me WANT to be there. Good times!
I may have landed a job doing business at the Birrarung Marr, except no plans have been arranged as of yet. That would be mad fun though. I'm also inquiring into volunteering with the Fitzroy Learning Network as a headstart to Argentina, and also checking out the local Amnesty group. I have way more energy for doing things like this when I'm not working 10-6.30. I also feel a lot more happier when the sun is shining. Funny, that.
At the end of all this, I know I am going overseas quite soon, to have fun times with fun people. Subsequently it is difficult to get too depressed about much. The only catch is the money. Huzzah!!! I'll devise a scheme....
Take care, babies.
xox g
Monday, March 30, 2009
Connex fun
March 20
I'm currently feeling the full brunt of Connex’s shitness. IT has been a distant news item for me for quite sometime- meaningless headlines emanating from The Age. But now, at 8.37am, sitting on the bitchumen on Merri station, platform 1, it has now become a devastating reality. Rush hour, right. I have just missed two trains because they have been SO chockers full of poor souls. Hands and various body parts were smooshed against the windows, scared faces peering out. It reminded me a little bit of the Thai trains, which were always full of faces staring out at you.
It’s a beautiful morning, I’m heading home. The walk here was glorious and the sun is spreading its golden glory out yonder. But it has been tainted. The PA just announced that the next train was delayed, much to the audible dismay of the other platform go-ers.
I'm currently feeling the full brunt of Connex’s shitness. IT has been a distant news item for me for quite sometime- meaningless headlines emanating from The Age. But now, at 8.37am, sitting on the bitchumen on Merri station, platform 1, it has now become a devastating reality. Rush hour, right. I have just missed two trains because they have been SO chockers full of poor souls. Hands and various body parts were smooshed against the windows, scared faces peering out. It reminded me a little bit of the Thai trains, which were always full of faces staring out at you.
It’s a beautiful morning, I’m heading home. The walk here was glorious and the sun is spreading its golden glory out yonder. But it has been tainted. The PA just announced that the next train was delayed, much to the audible dismay of the other platform go-ers.
Monday, March 9, 2009
oranges in the sun
1/4 to 9pm and I'm just munging into the last of my pasta sauce, along with 79c spaghetti. My cheese, which has lasted me a good 3 weeks, has finally come to the end of its tether, its final hurrah being melted between the noo-noos and the saucy- waucy.
Luckily, I have just been home, and upon return to Melbourne, have been able to provide for my housemates. Going home- as for all four of us here, means a total cleanising of our digestive tracts. Home means long, big lunches, endless supplies to bake with, and friviolous guzzling, regardless of prices. It's quite the privilage. I have bought home a plastic bag full of freshly plucked corn heads, some nashi apples from Shakira's nashi tree, and the remaining half of a carrot cake I created at home on Saturday afternoon. I left four oranges on our back decking over the weekend. They were slightly green. The Californian ones were bright, beautifully orange, whilst the Australian ones were not as ripe. None the less, they are Aussies, and have feelings too. They are better- both environmentally and economically- for me.
It's 1/4 to 9pm and I'm still decked out in my waitressing blacks. Although I got home two hours ago, I have not gotten changed. These clothes - to quote Eliza, my 'uniform' -become indeed 'my second skin'. I don't mind, as it too means money. Oh, shall I say 'I'm only doing it for the money' (Thanks for plotting this one out first for me Pies). It's not certain for how many weeks/ months I'll be wearing me blacks but rest assured I appreciate spending time with them now.
So things have improved since my last post, yes indeed. Though it did feel strange leaving my Indigo Valley home for my Fitzroy North home so soon, once back here, it feels the same again. My shed, with its same endearing, musty smell, some unwashed clothes on the floor, and the oranges I left out, which are now wholesomely their colour. It's not so foreign anymore. Although it is still a challenge. Everyday something new, a new responsibility or phonecall, or meeting, pops up, but it falls well within my ability to deal with it.
All is good, methinks.
Until next time.
G
Luckily, I have just been home, and upon return to Melbourne, have been able to provide for my housemates. Going home- as for all four of us here, means a total cleanising of our digestive tracts. Home means long, big lunches, endless supplies to bake with, and friviolous guzzling, regardless of prices. It's quite the privilage. I have bought home a plastic bag full of freshly plucked corn heads, some nashi apples from Shakira's nashi tree, and the remaining half of a carrot cake I created at home on Saturday afternoon. I left four oranges on our back decking over the weekend. They were slightly green. The Californian ones were bright, beautifully orange, whilst the Australian ones were not as ripe. None the less, they are Aussies, and have feelings too. They are better- both environmentally and economically- for me.
It's 1/4 to 9pm and I'm still decked out in my waitressing blacks. Although I got home two hours ago, I have not gotten changed. These clothes - to quote Eliza, my 'uniform' -become indeed 'my second skin'. I don't mind, as it too means money. Oh, shall I say 'I'm only doing it for the money' (Thanks for plotting this one out first for me Pies). It's not certain for how many weeks/ months I'll be wearing me blacks but rest assured I appreciate spending time with them now.
So things have improved since my last post, yes indeed. Though it did feel strange leaving my Indigo Valley home for my Fitzroy North home so soon, once back here, it feels the same again. My shed, with its same endearing, musty smell, some unwashed clothes on the floor, and the oranges I left out, which are now wholesomely their colour. It's not so foreign anymore. Although it is still a challenge. Everyday something new, a new responsibility or phonecall, or meeting, pops up, but it falls well within my ability to deal with it.
All is good, methinks.
Until next time.
G
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