Boy pick up that chin, but I always end up back where I begin.

The parrots in St. Kilda are crazy. Yeah, like full on batshit crazy. Down here, we have like 3 birds it seems. Seagulls, which are dumb and stuff. Pigeons, see description for seagulls. And Parrots. They screech loudly, they're pretty, they travel in pairs, and they are EVERYWHERE. It sounded so loud the other day, just from the birds in the palm trees. But the scary thing was that you couldn't even see them, they just blended in with the trees, and made tons of noise.

My hangovers down here seem to be worse than ever. Maybe I'm old now. That magical age when hangovers determine that you don't want to drink. Let's hope not. Or maybe I've just done all the damage my liver can casually take. That'd suck too. Maybe I'm just a wuss.

I want to thank my dear old sister for telling me to eat greasy food when I was hungover. It's saved me from puking my guts out a million times.

Tessa likes to text me, I think I make her laugh because I'm such a dick. Some of you will understand.

We're doing Mexican tomorrow night for the girls. We're even making our own tortillas, because the ones in the Safeway looked like shit.

They don't have yellow cheddar here. What. The. Hell. They have cheese that they call "Tasty" Not Colby, or Jack, or Mozzarella. Tasty. So weird. It's actually white cheddar, but they call it Tasty. I don't like that one bit.

I've decided that I should have learned my lesson the first time that blue poster tack didn't work in my life, because today a poster fell on my head. Idea: never buy that stuff again, it's terrible. When my room mate tries talks me out of tacks again, I'll tell her to shut the hell up and buy some spackle. Spell check doesn't like that word, maybe I should just change it to sparkle. That'd be funnier.

Tomorrow starts the job search. Well not exactly starts, as I have been looking online relentlessly. We will see I guess.

Joan is staying in Melbourne, she found a wonderful room, I bet she'll write about it in her blog. I'm glad, because I'd miss her dearly.

Lost the auction for that midi controller. Which is fine, I will just have to search out a new one, and turn into a superstar DJ a month later than I had planned. Yeah. Rock on.

Crisis at the moment: What book do I read next, as I really would like to be literate.
Runner up: Is it better to be Wayne or Garth?

I'll post my pro/con list soon.