Sike!

Oh. Hello there. Let me tell you tales of my life. But I must warn you- they are not as exciting as you probably hope they will be. I worked every day this week. Including 10 hour shifts this weekend. I have the life of a doctor, constantly spending my days at work, and then on call incase the ice cream goes into renal failure, except instead of saving lives, I probably send these obese people to said doctors from all the gelato. Sike. Most of the people who come in are actually sticks and get giant tubs of ice cream- where does it all go!? (Those crafty asians are hiding secrets from the rest of us...)

Did you guys like the way I threw in the word "sike" up there? After years of being made fun of for using early 90s slang, I thought Australia, which is pretty much America 20 years ago, would accept my totally awesome lingo. But, last night, as we walked home from The Espy, I made a comment to Corrie followed by "sike!" A random guy walking past chuckled under his breath, but he wasn't quiet enough. Oh yeah, I heard him. I asked him if he was laughing because I said sike, to which he replied yes. I then proceeded to list the many reasons why "sike" is such a cool word, while Corrie told me to kick him in the face. I ended the conversation with a nice little zinger. I said "I'm not going to kick you in your face---SIKE!" and I kicked him in his face!!!! Jk, I didn't kick him, we ran away laughing and so did he. It was quite an enjoyable interaction.

We have finally gone to every single bar on Fitzroy Street in St. Kilda. We have 2 more bars to go to on Acland and then we will have gone to all the St. Kilda bars. We don't even like any of them, but we've set that goal for ourselves. Because one should always aim high, as my Nana always told me. Sike. She never told me that. I'm in a sike kinda mood.

St. Paddys day was loads of fun. We met up with some fellow Fritz workers in the city center, where we are going to attempt to goto an Irish pub. Unfortunately, I didn't get off of work till 11 pm, meaning we didn't get into the city until 12, and the bar we had originally planned to go to was closing at 1. All was not lost though, as we now had to valid excuse to go to our favorite bar that we always end up in, The Joint. Everyone was wearing green and we Irish jigged the night away. We hailed a cab home, but instead of taking us to Fitzroy Street, the cabbie took us over to Fitzroy, a totally different part of the city. After arguing with the cabbie for some time, his argument being "You said you tell me where to go!" (which we did) Corrie alerted me to get out of the cab and run. So I ran. And we hid. Then we got another cab and came home. But something tells me we may or may not have just gotten back into the same cab after hiding for a few minutes. Which would be a little awkward.

At the beach last week, Jenny and I were a hit when we found a starfish and picked it up out of the water. First, and awkward, fresh 21 year old (she told us it was her birthday) came over and was extremely excited. She then told us all about her birthday buffet, and how she was totally late for it because her friend who planned it died two weeks ago so she didn't get the details for it until last minute (I don't know why no one else told her about it?) I concluded that she had SAD. Social Awkwardness Disorder. After a another group of people came over to check out the starfish, we snuck away.

Corrie's sister is coming here tomorrow, so we will be doing more things this week than usual. Speaking of Corrie, I was just given word that she had dinner at Tandoori times tonight--my arch nemesis. I must go scold her now. I also have nothing else to talk about. Cheers.

Quote of the day: "The only difference between bums and backpackers is that backpackers can afford to stay in a hostel."- Urs