You're Welcome, Earth!

The past few days have been a whole lotta fun. The St. Kilda Festival is going on, so there are heaps of people in town for the week. On Saturday night we stayed in with the roommates again, it has almost turned into a tradition. We had our first goon experience, a fun time, indeed. We taught each other offences Swedish and Hindi phrases. Dra at Helvete! On Sunday, there was a pride march that went right on by our apartment. So my roommate and I set up shop outside and gazed upon the colorful parade. The parade marched onto the beach, where there were stages set up for performances, bars, and restaurants. The entire time we were there, I couldn’t stop saying how much I wished every Sunday was like that in St. Kilda. There was such a great atmosphere and so much to see and do. We spent the day roaming around and admiring all the queens. We even made our Australian television debut! We were interviewed for a local television channel. We’re famous! Look out for us on channel 31.

After returning home to grub, I went down to the pier to watch the sunset. St. Kilda has a perfectly pink sunset every night. And it never gets old. I sat there for about an hour just admiring all the colors sparkling across the ocean, and then met up with my roommate at a pub across the street from our apartment. Naturally, the pub was filled with gay men, and my roommate was quite the heartbreaker. The pub turned into a huge dance party so we danced the night away and finally returned home after our marathon day. One of the men we met talked about how Americans always end their sentences with “right now.” I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying, and everyone started laughing. My response was “I don’t even know what’s going on right now.” Everyone continued to laugh even harder, to which I exclaimed, “I’m so confused right now!” I proved his point.



Corrie has been working at the gelato shop everyday, so I have been spending a lot of time hanging out in the shop and eating free gelato. I’ve also been working on my tan. Today at the beach, we found a dead jellyfish... or so we thought. It was either a dead jellyfish, or someone's breast implant fell out. Gross! My goal is to look aboriginal by the end of this trip. Which shouldn’t be too hard, considering that I’m officially the bum of the apartment; the only one without a job. I have been applying to a lot of offices online, and so far the only response I’ve received is a rejection letter from a recruitment agency… A RECRUITMENT AGENCY! How is that possible? Isn’t the whole point of a recruitment agency to find people jobs that can’t do it themselves? As sad as if was to get that letter, I couldn’t help but laugh when I realized the hilarity in it all. If I don’t find anything soon, I might change my name on all my applications and resume. Maybe Connie McMann will have better luck? One can only hope.

Quote of the day: “He sounds stupid and poor.”- Corrie