Rollercoaster Wednesday

So for my last few days in Broadbeach, I didn't make most of it. I really relaxed, did some shopping (Hellz yeah! Finally!) and then I took a few walks on the beach.

As you saw in my earlier post, I went for a early-ass morning walk and then went shopping at a lil' place called Pacific Fair. I forgot to mention there's nothing lil' about this place. It's, in fact, the largest shopping center on the Gold Coast. And it was glorious.

On Tuesday, I went back to Pacific Fair to return some things. What. Some habits die hard. And that one will NEVER die. I promise.

Then I bought a dress to make myself feel special (what? It was $9.95) and I booked myself an appointment to have my eyebrows waxed and my eyelashes tinted.

It. Was. Awesome.

The girl was probably the best beautician I've ever had. She was quiet, didn't want small talk and took her time. While my eyelashes were being tinted, she asked if I wanted a head massage. I thought about it for a hot minute thinking that this might be extra, but what the hell. Why not.

Ladies & Gents, that was by far the best damn $40 I spent in a long long time.

Later that day, feeling a bit antsy, I went for a long 9k walk along the beachside until I ended up in Nobby Beach. Cute lil' beach town. But nothing to report there, just got some much needed exercise.

I went to bed pretty early on Tuesday consider I haven't been sleeping that well. Not so well that I had to take 1/2 an ambien on Sunday night. Kind of sad.

Woke up Wednesday a little uneasy. I had a lot to do before I left -- pack my bag, clean the apartment, do some last-minute laundry and get my ass to the bus station.

And I hadn't heard from my Sydney boyfriend.

That worried me most of all.

But it was all good, we chatted for a hot minute before I made my way to the bus station.

BTW. I don't ever want to do that again. This backpack is HEAVY. And it was hot. HOT.

I basically got to the bus station and picked the first counter that said Byron Bay and booked myself on the bus just so I could get rid of my bag. Thank you Jebus.

I sat down next to a girl who had booked the same bus and she was so nice. Caroline from London. She has a round-the-world ticket that she started back in August. She's been all over Europe, Asia, Australia and now she's off to South America, Central America, NYC and then back home. How PIMP. She said she only paid 2500 pounds for 17 different flights whenever she feels like it.

Lucky Bitch!

We exchanged numbers since we'll be in Byron the same amount of time. Hopefully we'll meet up for a drink.

We were dropped off at the Bryon bus station where I got to meet my Sydney boyfriend. It's been about 2-3 weeks since I've seen him and it was a bit nerve-racking. Silly. I know. But it was good.

We dropped Caroline off at her awesome hotel (this girl is living it up!) and then we checked into our hostel...which is fairly far from the town, but it's right on the beach and actually very nice.

We decided to walk along the beach into town where we stopped at a bar to get a beer. Price was all that mattered. Then we went to the grocery store so we could make ourselves a cheap cheap dinner.

$4 steak w/ tons of veggies and potatoes.

It wasn't half bad.

We walked down to the beach after dinner and just checked out the stars. I must've seen 6 shooting stars in the course of an hour. It was spectacular. What a great way to spend the first leg of our trip together.

It's gonna be a long journey, that's for sure. Camping not my thing, but I'm up for the challenge. I'll keep you guys posted!!

Adventures All Around

So. A dear, dear friend (relative, Uncle...whatever you want to call him) wrote me an email saying I haven't updated in awhile and that blows.

I don't blame him.

I mean, I know all of you (yes all two of you) wait around, checking, re-checking to see if I've updated. And for that, I am thankful.

And for you -- I am grateful.

Okay. Enough of the baloney talk. Speaking of Bologna -- I haven't tasted that nasty stuff since I was a child, and frankly, have no desire to.

SO!

Gold Coast. Still bored. No, I kid. I kid. It's actually gotten a lot better. Probably since I found myself yet another sugar-daddy. He's an old one tho...I'll let you do the math -- born in 1968.

MOVING ON.

Friday was just a normal, typical day where I hung out with myself and my computer (I love thee, computer) and contemplated getting some exercise in. I decided to take a nice long walk on the beach during sunset. It was pretty awesome.

I came home and my roommate was there, asking me if I had anything planned for the weekend.

"Hey Mariah, you have any plans for the weekend..."

"Well.."

"Ha! Not like everyday isn't the weekend for you."

Thanks for the reminder, jerk. And, incaseyouwerewondering, Yes. I did give up on finding a job.

So. We chatted it up, he told me how tired he was from the week and wanted to get an early start to Brisbane in the AM (visiting family)...but, he got the call.

Oh. You know. "The Call" - the one that says, "Get off yo ass and get out there, son!"

So. I accompanied him to a tavern in Mermaid Beach called....Mermaid Beach Tavern. I met several of his co-workers, who were all very nice and open to meeting me. I ended up chatting up a STORM with his co-worker's sister, Priscilla. She was almost 24 (acted a tad bit younger) and full of energy. She hadn't been out in 4 months.

OHDEARGOD. Help me now.

Some guys approached us, telling us they were friends with Kelly Slater, who happened to walk by as we said this. Priscilla grabs him and says, "Are you Kelly Slater?"

Granted, the poor girl didn't know who that was. And I, on the other hand, knew alll about Kelly Slater. He grew up in Cocoa Beach, duh. And I wasn't about to be bullshitted about this celeb biz. So I tell his friend, "What high school did Kelly Slater go to?"

AND OF COURSE, he runs up to "Kelly" and says, "This girl says she went to high school with you..."

Mind you -- I did not. Kelly's like 38. Okay? I'm not. The End.

So, Mr. "Kelly" walks over and I ask him where he's from. He smirks and says, "Newcastle."

Done and done.

WRONG.

He smirked as he walked away, but daymn. He was a good looking chap.

And yes. He looked pretty much like this, but younger.

By this time, everyone was ready to go home whether they were tired or hungry or whatever. Priscilla and I were just starting though. So we had her brother drop us off at a club right around the corner from where I live called, East.

That's about where you want to go after this. Anywhere, but East. The place sucked. Cost us $15 to get in and everyone was plastic to perfection. I and, no offense, Priscilla are not.

I walked into the bathroom and as I was waiting in line, this girl turns to me and LITERALLY pats me on the head and says, "oh, how cute."

WTF. Look. I'm a backpacker and I'm not going to backpack with heels in my bag. So I wear flats. Something I don't enjoy doing all ready. But I deal with. And I definitely don't need some plastic whore telling me "I'm as cute as...oh what do you call them...MIDGET."

Pretty much after two dances, we left and moved on to a place called Liars. It's a pub down the road, almost right on the water.

We walk in, Priscilla's gettin a little wild and we do a shot of sambuca. Kill me. Then some older guy comes over and talks to me, blah blah blah, and tells me I'm just gorgeous, blah blah, he needs to go to the bathroom and I escape to where Priscilla is.

Where I happen to meet -- my new sugar daddy. Mr. Victor. From Canada, living in OZ for about 12-13 years. Moved here for a girl. But. He's a graphic designer, turned copywriter and I find him fascinating. We end up hanging out all night.

After a tequila shot and then a shot some random stranger buys us, we decide...LET'S GO TO THE CASINO!

We're insane.

So hand-in-hand, Victor and I start to leave Liars. Only to hear yelling behind us.

Yes. Priscilla had enough to drink for the entire bar and *click* turned into psycho drunk. Apparently someone had said something derogatory and that was all she needed. As we walked the, oh, 10 blocks to the casino -- she wouldn't STFU.

"I'm a firm believer in woman's rights and no one should ever talk to a woman like that."

I literally had to slap her around a couple of times, shook her once or twice and told her to stop it. The more she went on, the more she was empowering that guy to say more things like that. Guys love getting a rouse out of girls, I'm convinced, especially with women who like to make asses out of themselves on the streets.

Thanks for being part of that scenario, Priscilla.

At one point she ended up fall down, shoes off, crying on the sidewalk towards the Casino. Boy, oh boy. I hadn't hung out with someone like this for a LOOONG time. So I grabbed her hand, threw her in a cab (hope I didn't hurt her) and told the cabbie, "I don't know where she lives, but just get her home safely. Ok?"

And that was that. THANKGOD.

So, Victor and I head into the Casino and got, of course, more to drink. Unfortunately we were at that "lovey dovey" stage and started making out. We had not one, not two, but three people comment on our make-out session. Including the security guy that asked us to leave as we were bothering the other patrons.

WTF. I've never been kicked out of a club/bar/casino in my life. And for PDA?!

Awesome. As my friend RJ said, "What the hell? You could be f*cking in a Vegas Casino and they'd say to you, 'Um, excuse me, but could you just move to the left a little...perfect, thank you.'"

Yeah. We're awesome.

So the next day, after much recovery time, Victor and I met up and went to the Emerald Lake Golf Course for a late lunch. But instead, it turned into more drinking. Shameful, I know.

We just hung out, chatted about life, design, OZ, Canada and, of course, the States. We ended up going to a Thai restaurant, where luckily, we weren't kicked out per se. It was closing time, so we had to leave.

Then we decide to walk down to the beach and check out the stars. (Altogether now, AWWWW). But we heard live music and that means party time. It was coming from a Surf Club (which are all over OZ, like a yacht club, except without just old people). We went upstairs, saw people dancing, ordered two beers...which we got for free.

Hmm.. How odd. Whatever.

Then a lady comes up to us and says, "Are you all right?"

Of course, I nod my head and keep walking and she stops Victor and says, "You know, this is a private function."

OH HELL NO. We just got kicked out again?!?! But this worse -- we got kicked out for trespassing!

What an awesome track record.

We proceeded with our plans, went down to the beach and then called it a night.

On my walk home, this guy approached me from across the street about places to go to. I tell him about East and the like and he said the wait to get in was ridick. So I tell him about Surfers, but advice for him to get a cab. I love how people think I know what I'm doing. That's a good sign.

We talk for a minute and then he asks me to head out to Surfers with them.

*screech* Um. I think not. Besides, I hadn't been home since 3 that afternoon. I was lookin rough in daytime clothes (cute pink skirt with a green tank top). I was flattered, declined and went out separate ways.

GETTING TO SUNDAY -- maybe this is why I don't post....there's just too much to explain!

Victor calls me up asking me if I want to go to Byron.

Why the hell not.

So we head down to Byron, by way of a Jeep (so much fun). We drove along the coast and these are the things we saw:

I was told that that's Surfers Paradise in the background. How awesome.

Told ya we were in a Jeep. Check out that hair!

I didn't notice the writing on the rocks til after the photo was taken. PIMP.

There was a bodysurfing competition going on while we were in Tweed Heads -- the very last town before NSW (We're still in QLD at this point).

Then, we explore the very small, but beautiful town of Byron.

Luckily, we didn't get kicked out of any places, but I did eat a lot of fried food.

Too much fried food.

I'll break it down for you --

In Byron we ate at a place called Fishheads and had a fried seafood platter. Seafood isn't that great fried IMO. But whatevs. I counter balanced it with a nice healthy salad.

Then we had a beer at this really lively place -- but I can't recall the name. It was Sunday Funday for sure there.

We drove back and went to the Surf Club in Broadbeach -- Kurrawa Surf Club. I came here with my roommate on Thursday and the girl made me sign in, but didn't check ID or anything. She could've cared less.

So I start filling out the form with my name is Maria Ketch and she says she must check ID. Ah, well shit. So I rip it off and she, very sternly, asks me for the pass so she can throw it away.

Freak.

So I write on there my details and I put FL, USA. And it went a little like this:

"Put your address there."

"I did."

"No, we need your address."

"Last time I came here, they asked for just where I'm from."

"Well, put USA there."

"I did."

"What does that say, I can't read that..."

"U.S.A."

"Well, put down the state."

"I did."

"What does that say?"

"Florida"

"No. That says FL, I don't know where FL is. If I'm from Australia and I put AU, no one will know what that means."

"But FL is Florida. I'm from Florida. On my license it says FL."

And that's when I thought I was going to get kicked out. But instead, we didn't and had more drinks and more fried food. But we had oysters too. Yum. Now, those were good.

I called it a night -- too much time with fried food, beer and Victor. I needed some me time.

But all in all. A damn good weekend. Damn good.

Funny thing -- I'm going to Byron on Wednesday. But don't tell Victor. I said I was moving on up the Coast on Wednesday.

Why, you ask, why Byron?

I'm meeting my Sydney boyfriend, Mr. Ross. YUP. We're traveling up the coast together.

Who would've thunk it?! Not I!

More to come...pictures included!

Latin Lover

So apparently, I should definitely visit South America.

Why, you ask?

Because Latin American males LOVE me.

LOVE. ME.

There's just no denying that fact.

I could be because I have a big ass, it could be because I have red hair. But all those aside, they want ME.

So. I get a call tonight from a couchsurfer I met last week. Yes. We met up last week, went to Bond University and had a few drinks (okay several) and then we went out separate ways. Sort of. Let's just say, I left and he grumbled.

Out of the blue, he called me tonight to meet him up in Surfers. Did I comply? Yes. HELL YES. I'm bored out of my mind here, anything stimulating is a plus. Ok?

So. I get ready, walk myself to the bus stop where I wait. And wait and wait.

Meanwhile, while I'm...waiting for the bus, a car drives by and throws something at me. Srsly. Scared the heck out of me, but luckily didn't hit me. So I stand up to see what exactly they threw and it was....an Egg.

AN EGG. Who does that?!?

I was pretty pissed off, needless to say. And also majorly annoyed with this town. I didn't realize we were back in high school.

This made me revert back to a memory of mine. That happened oh so long ago.

I was in high school, yes you guessed it. And I had sort of dated this guy that kind of, sort of blew me off. So my friend Dax and I decided to get revenge. Oh, poor Dax. I put that guy through so much.

Anyway, we drove over to the Gate gas station and bought some eggs at 2am -- we had just gotten done going to a club near this guy's house. As we were buying the eggs, the cashier tells us, "Ya know, those eggs are rotten."

We both said at the same time, "Even better."

As we drove around the complex of this guy's apartment, I couldn't find his car. So, we're scrambling around trying to figure out where else we can egg something of his. As we're thinking about it, he drives up, gets out of his car and walks into his place.

PERFECTO! So Dax slowly, with headlights in the off position, drives his truck by this guy's car while I pathetically throw the 'rotten' eggs around his car.

You guys. I didn't even hit the target. I missed it completely.

You know in the morning he came out to his car was like, wtf. Did someone drop their eggs while coming into their apartment?

Yeah. That was me. I dropped the eggs rather than threw them.

Okay. Back to the story. So. I go meet him (Cesar, Mr. Latin Couchsurfing Lover) at Waxy's, an Irish bar on the "strip" and meet his friend Aldofo. Who, apparently, is someone I should know. He's a travel agent for Peru. He loves to talk Peru vs. America vs. Australia and promised me that if I visit him, he'll hook me up with everything.

Done.

Anyway. We have a couple of beers there, end up going to Melba's -- the local club -- to find out it's dead. DEAD. Moving on, we went to a place called Drink. Srsly. It's called Drink.

So we went up 14 flights of stairs to get to this place to find out, it's way better than Melba's tonight. We drink a few more beers, dance a little then call it "a night."

Both the guys get pizza -- I'm not allowed to, based on how much I've gained here -- and we walk FOREVER to get to Cesar's car. My ankle started to act up at this point.

Anyway.

At this point, I'm ready to get home to write this post and Cesar's a little on the drunk side. He tells me he needs a little rest and I say absolutely not. Hah. I'm hardcore, ladies and gent. When I want to go home -- I want to go home. Ok?

He's convinced and drives down the Gold Coast HWY like a Grandma. BUT. We did listen to Rigatoni -- the type of music we heard in Nicaragua. It was AWESOME. He stops the car in front of the McDonald's on the corner (What? I don't want him to know where I live) and proceeds to tell me how much he wants me.

He wants me in front of the McDonald's? I think not sir.

So. I get the H out of his car, tell him I'll see him tomorrow all the while he's trying to grab me to keep me in his car (aggressive mofos aren't they?). But I escape and walk my ass home.

I'm kind of dreading to see him tomorrow, but it's the same thing as last week's extravaganza. Bond University at Don's. Too Much Fun. Count. Me. In.

So. Latin men, watch out -- I'm visiting your country next. I need to find me a husband!

Mornin!

So, here's a random rundown of my life while you were sleeping...

I got off my ass and job hunted, but didn't find anything...again. Nobody's hiring guys. And of course, the owners/managers are never there. It's proving to be a bit difficult.

So. I ate to make myself feel better.

Then I decided to catch up on a film and watched 1/2 of The Day the Earth Stood Still

And got bored.

So I went to the gym. Yay me.

I came home, showered, checked in w/ my boring roommate and politely asked him for a ride down to Waxy's Irish Pub to get a least a beer for St. Patty's Day.

I met up with a few people from CouchSurfing. And guess what? They're definitely potential friends. We'll see.

But. I left early because I forgot to put on deo and I definitely smelled pretty skank (sad...I know).

Now, I'm here, chillin b4 bed, checkin my email and guess who writes me?

No. Srsly. GUESS.

Nope. Wrong. I was surprised too.

It was the crazy bitch from Western Australia that read my blog and freaked..

And guess what it says:

"Hey Mariah, I hope you are enjoying your time still in OZ , Mum and Dad said you had a nice time down south with Dan & betty , Stay in touch.
Ashley :)"

WTF.

LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

And I totally deleted her on facebook b/c I didn't want to hear anything from her/them ever again. I'll stick to my Grandpa. He's the real deal. KThxBye.

Advice

Today was a fairly eventful day, except I didn't find a job.

I went to 6am spin, did a few weight machines and felt really good. Very proud of myself for gettin off my ass and gettin some workout did.

I called up my mom and we had a long, long chat about life and everything about it. She told me to just get out there and enjoy what this place really has to offer.

And you know what? She's absolutely right.

But that's what bums me out about this situation -- I've been back and forth from my place today, chatting with friends from back home and overall, not really enjoying my stay here on the Gold Coast. I need to explore Queensland, but am so afraid to do so because of money. It sucks.

So I've made a plan. If I can't find a job by Friday -- coincidentally when my rent is paid up to -- I'll hop on a bus and take my ass to Brisbane, or Noosa, or maybe even Fraser Island. Live out the rest of my working visa on the road, as I have been for the past month. Then change my flight to come home April 11th rather than the 30th.

What do you guys think? I really do want to stick it out, because I should be enjoying my time regardless if it's exciting or not, but this is something I've really contemplated. Besides, to transfer my work visa to a travel visa I have to pay $240. That blows. Especially since I'll only be here for two weeks after I change it.

But, yes, my flight is booked for April 30th. It would probably cost me about $100 to change it...I'm guessing.

I need advice. Bad.

The Gold Coast

My first two days on the Gold Coast were fairly uneventful. But that's okay.

I arrived at the Coolangatta Airport, around 8:30pm. I immediately booked my shuttle bus to the hostel, grabbed my big-ass bag and hopped on board. I actually turned my computer on just to see if I had internet, and I did. It was kind of cool.

As we drove down the Gold Coast Highway, I got a real feel for Miami. There were tall buildings everywhere, tons of lights and loads to do. The bus didn't drop me off right in front of my hostel, so I had to hobble my way to the hostel with 35 bags in tow. It was awesome. I felt pretty cool.

I checked into the hostel and my first impression wasn't the greatest. Although it was a Tuesday night, not much was going on. I went to my room and there were two girls from the UK watching tv. How fun.

I went into my room and there was an Asian girl sitting on the bunkbed just blankly staring into her laptop. Oh. Did I mention there was no air conditioning?

Awesome.

I pretty much put up my stuff then hobbled my way over to Bundall -- where I was going to meet a potential roommate. I was going to hop in a cab, but there just aren't any cabs just floating around. You pretty much have to call and book them. I figured, what the heck, the place isn't that far....

With a hurt ankle -- yes, it was that far. I walked across two bridges, through a residential area and then a shopping center just to get to this guy's place. He was nice, his place was nice -- very secure -- but it seemed hella far.

I took a cab back to the hostel. Cost me $10.

When I came back the girls were still watching TV, so I stopped and talked for a little bit. They were nice enough. Young. But nice. Then I went to bed. I had made plans to meet up with a girl in Helensvale around 9:30am.

That night, sleeping with no air conditioning, with crazy people screaming in the streets, I did not sleep. Not. At. All.

Got up in the morning dreading to take a shower -- this was definitely not the cleanest of bathrooms. Plus it was pretty gloomy out -- had rained off and on at night. But I hopped a bus to Helensvale and found myself pretty far out there. The cool thing was all the shops -- tons of potential jobs, etc. Only thing was once she picked me up, we drove for about 10 minutes to get to her place, which was not convenient at all.

Plus her place wasn't that great anyway.

I came back to the hostel where the cleaning ladies came in and literally changed the linens. The End.

No wonder the bathroom was so gross! They didn't do SHIT!

So I decided to walk around Surfers, get a feel for the place...found a boutique that was selling perfume for $5. I decided that I must go back there.

Afterwards, I met up with a guy I met from online. Yes. I do that when I know no one. He was very nice, drove an amazing Mercedes. I felt really special. He took me down to Broadbeach because it was a little less crazy than Surfers. And boy, was he right. We walked up and down the street until we found a good seafood place to try. It was pretty good -- I had steamed prawns (shrimp) with salad. Healthy, yes?

I left him for a hot minute because I was meeting up with a potential roommate. I went over to the guy's place in Broadbeach to see if I wanted to move in. The answer was YES. He literally lives in a prime location -- a block away from TONS of restaurants, etc -- you already know this from a previous post.

Anyway. I told him I was able to move in immediately and he said he wanted to sleep on it.

Then Eddie, the guy I met from the 'net, took me to The Spit. And WHOA. He delivered on that one. It was amazing. It's basically just a jetty that stretches out and the waves were just crashing like crazy! It was such a spectacular sight with the moon lighting the ocean, the waves crashing into the rocks and the sand blowing everywhere. Incredible.

Eddie dropped me off and I met two UK girls who were so friendly and nice. We both told each other of our romantic lives and said we couldn't wait to hear of the outcome -- like our stories were a romance novel. It was cute.

Anyway. I called up Paul -- the guy who lives way the H out there -- and told him I'd move in. I was getting nervous that the other guy, Todd, wanted to sleep on it. I was scared!

So I checked out of my hostel and moved over to Paul's place. But since I knew there was potential that Todd would say yes, I put my bag in a storage locker at the hostel -- so I wasn't moving it more than once.

And wouldn't you know, as I'm making the walk across Chevron Island to Bundall -- Todd calls me to tell me I can move in.

COM'ON PPL!

So. I make up my mind that I'll hang at Paul's for a little bit and see if I like it.

I did like it. But I didn't have internet there.

NEXT!

So I left my groceries at Paul's and dipped out to Broadbeach to see if I had internet there. Todd wasn't home -- he was at work -- so I just sat on the stairs and BAM. I had internet.

Decision made. Thank you very much.

So I hung out at the hostel for pretty much the whole day (bought myself a $5 bottle of delicious Christian Dior perfume) and met a girl from the States. She sucked.

Then, I took my bag and made my way over to Todd's to move in. He was very nice, super friendly.

But, I was off to go meet another guy I met from online. He invited me out to Bond University to hang at a pub on campus. I met him from couchsurfing.com -- a very cool website. Very handy.

So, I unpacked three things, put sheets on my bed (which is a mattress on the floor), took a shower and off I went to Bond!

But this post is long enough...so my adventures will have to wait for another time. Which I promise will be soon. I'm unemployed, remember? I ain't got nuffin to do!

Hi. Remember me?

Sorry I've been slacking on the posts. I hate moving to a new place -- always hard to get into the swing of things.

I've been incredibly busy here on the Gold Coast. It's GORGEOUS here, a lot like Coogee, except with a ton more to do.

Although. No one's hiring.

That's gonna be a problem.

So. Tomorrow's Monday and it's a day I've dedicated to calling potential employers and doing some door knocking.

And if it doesn't work out, I might be backpacking up to the most beautiful spots in Queensland and then dipping out. Which might mean I might be coming home sooner?

This is hard. I'm super homesick today. It could be the fact that I'm really getting to be flat broke, sleeping on a mattress on the floor and I know no one.

My roommate is a guy from Melbourne -- he's really nice, but a bit of a loner too. He doesn't go out much, which isn't a terrible thing.

And I'm not having a horrible time. I just know I'm not having a super fantastic time. I want to have BBQs on the beach with "mates" and go exploring the city with friends and..and...and...

I'll write a post soon about everything I've been up to. It's a lot. But I'm just in a "I-miss-friends-and-home" mood right now. Oh. And I'm already sick of eating tuna cuz it's $1. I'm broke, ppl. Broke.

I lied.

I'm not moving there anymore. Haha

Well I kinda did, but I'm kicking myself out. Found another place, closer to the beach, closer to A LOT of nightlife and shops and restaurants (JOBS, PPL!) and it's $20 cheaper.

But the kicker. My internet didn't work at the other place. So I've literally walked and bussed my ass over here just so I could check to see if it'll work here.

Hence, why I'm writing you.

I love you Macbook. And I love you too, 3 internet.

May all three of us be happy here!!

I'm Coming Home....

Well. Not technically. And not yet.

I found me a place to live in Surfers Paradise.

Well. Across an island to Surfers. But it's on the Gold Coast.

Here's what a realtor said about the place:

Location, Location, Location!!!

This stylish apartment is located perfectly to suit a busy lifestyle with the heart of Surfers and Southport minutes away. Also, the Cafe scene of Chevron Island is only a short stroll and there's a world class gymnasium and corporate centre as your neighbour. City Chic!!

* 2 Bedrooms, 2 Bathrooms
* Stylish and spacious inner city apartment
* Pool, Spa, Sauna and BBQ area
* Full Security Complex with Intercom
* Every convenience just minutes away

And that's about the truth.

Honestly. The best part -- world class gymnasium.

THANK GOD. I've gained so much weight here in OZ, I'm ready for some healthy fitness.

Here's a few lovely pictures of the complex -- not the apartment I'm moving into..TOMORROW. Did I mention I'll have my own bedroom and my own bathroom? WHAAATT!

And the roommate. He's a DJ. A Dance DJ. And, I'm really looking forward to that. Maybe he'll take me along to a gig in Brisbane? Purtty Pleazzzee! OR! Maybe he'll hire me to do a few flyers or even a LOGO ;-) Prolly not. but a girl can dream.

The Big Bad Storm

Hmm. Haven't heard from ANYONE in regards to the BIG-ASS cyclone hitting Queensland.

Don't y'all (yes, I said y'all) know I'm leaving W.A. and going there on Tuesday?

Everyone was SOO worried about the fires in Victoria when I left for Melbourne.

"Are you sure you should go?!"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"It's made International News, aren't you worried?!"

But a cyclone. The impitimy of a hurricane and NO ONE GIVES A DAMN.

Don't ANY of you CARRRRREE?!??!

Guess not.

And there really isn't anything to be worried about. I painted a picture for you.

Anyway. Off on Tuesday. Getttttting excited!!!!