Tuesday December 21

So I have been sick pretty much the day after I landed.  I know my mom would say that it’s just allergies but yesterday, I felt like death.  Drinking may be a reason of why I’m not overcoming this illness yet, but I took Keenan’s advice to say, “Yes, man,” to almost everything.  I’ll tell you why I might not take that advice later.

So the other night Angus’ roommate invited some friends over- some Aussie’s and French people.  Someone decided that monopoly was a good idea after we had a few to drink.  But first, I went with one of Gus’ friends to pick up some bud.  We spent a while out and hit up a pub before we returned to play Monopoly.  At the pub, this “Military psychologist” a.k.a. a magician came over to do this trick.  He kept on saying that he was a military psychologist, but he was just some buff Irish dude.  Anyway, he wrote down something on a piece of paper, crumpled it up and gave it to my friend.  Then he asked him a question.  He proceeded to do this two more times.  What was supposed to happen was that the magician wrote down the answer on the crumpled piece of paper before he asked my friend the question.  It was crazy that he got all of them right, but we were kind of too stoned to realize what had just happened, so I told him to do me, and he said that I would be harder.  He asked me different questions, and I stumped him.  The moral of the story is that Irish people aren’t good at magic.

We returned back to Angus’ pad an hour later after getting the bud, a beer, and have a failing magician try his magic on us.  We tried to play Monopoly for about an hour and it kind of failed because we were too drunk and got off subject a lot.  By the way, the Aussie’s have wack rules.  They play with one die and if you roll a 6 you get to go again.  Also, all the names of the property were different.  I thought that was kind of neat though. 

After the game, everyone went to sleep and one of the guys wanted to go out for another drink at a pub.  This guy was pretty funny.  I think he was half French and half Australian.  He had a goofy accent, but I guess I think everyone has a goofy accent outside of the States.  We went to this pub and ended up talking to this older lady.  Dougie, is what I called the French/Australian guy, was making funny gestures behind her back and I don’t even know what we were really talking about.  It sounded like she used to be a groupie or something.  She was a bit on the heavy side, and that was what Dougie was gesturing behind her back at times.  So she gave me her business card and said I could stay with her anytime I am near her.  She lives in Coogee, which is near Bondi beach.  I don’t know if I’ll ever take that up because I’m so close to the beach and she was kind of haggard; fun and interesting!  But I don’t know.  She said she has single friends for me, but I think they probably used to be ex-groupies like herself.

I told one of these American guys who is renting out a room for a month at Angus’ house that I would go to the beach with him the next day.  That was the day I felt like complete death.  We went to Coogee Beach for 2 or 3 hours.  It started to rain again and wasn’t going away this time, so we ended up going back to the pad. 

This guy is why I’m against Yes, Man.  Whenever we would walk somewhere, he would be all commando and walk fast to get to a place.  I would point out some stuff to him and he would reply, “Oh, I never noticed that and I’ve been here for a week in a half already.”

I wanted to say, “Well, dumb-dumb, if you weren’t in such a hurry then you would recognize shit.”  I’ve been coughing all day.  My nose had been congested as well.  I was blowing snot out every chance I found a napkin, so I kind of wanted to do things by myself all day after the beach.

When we got back, a couple of the roomies and I were just chillin’ out front on this couch they have set up on their porch.  When the roomies left, I was still stuck with the American-Commando guy.  We asked each other what we were going to do all day, and I told him that I just wanted to relax all day because I didn’t feel well.  Then he wouldn’t leave!  And he has a lot of friends out here, so I didn’t get it.  I think they were all busy that day.  Finally, I told him that I was going to go to this museum, and it so happened that he wanted to go to that as well.  And then there he goes, walking fast and complaining that he hates people who just stand in the middle of the sidewalk.  He continues to say that they are stupid and wish they would learn the right way.

What is the right way, anyway?  That really pissed me off, but I took the easy route and said, “Well, we just have to learn how to cope with em, huh?”  Then he sighed and said, “I guess so.” 

When we got to the museum, we pretty much split up until the end to meet up.  I liked being alone in a quiet area, especially when I felt like crap.  They had this cool exhibit on a photographer whose name was Annie Leibovitz.  I really enjoyed her work.

After that, I went back and just crashed out all day because my coughing wouldn’t stopped.  I took a Benadryl or two and passed the eff out watching Seinfeld on my computer- Thanks, Ashley!

Now, I feel like I’m writing too much.  So to sum up what I did today; I went to Bondi Beach and it was beautiful.  I did this walk from Bondi to Coogee.  It was about a 4 mile walk.  There was a cool cemetery there, and I spent a while there roaming around.  Mom, you would have loved it.  I have a lot of pictures of them.  I want to show them all to you, but the only way I know is on Facebook or Photobucket.  I’ll e-mail you my password to see those photo’s on photobucket or find a way to e-mail pictures.

I feel a lot better today, and I only have a cough left and the snot is mostly gone.  I still sound shitty though.  Saw some boobies on the beach- that was neat.  I forgot all about that until I was walking on the beach and saw this girl take off her top.  Angus called me earlier tonight, and I told him how cool I thought that was.  He’s been gone pretty much all this time but gets the next 3 weeks off starting tomorrow or the next day.  He told me that I could borrow his car for the rest of my vacation when he gets back, which is only until mid January because I want to start to look for a job soon.  I told him that that was too much but he insisted, so we’ll see what happens.  I’ll probably reject his offer because that’s too much liability on my behalf.  We’ll see though, maybe when I get to his hometown I’ll test drive his whip to see if I can handle being on the left side.

I’m loving it here even though I am ill.  Everyone is nice that I have met so far.  I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Peace.