Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary Day

Cards of Humanity was a fun way to kick off the night after me and Mushus’ verrrryyy long day at the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary. A couple glasses of Goon and complete exhaustion definitely makes you feel a bit more drunk and delirious than usual. Trying to understand an Australian text when you’ve been drinking is like trying to encrypt an ancient language. It takes us 4 girls (2 of them blonde, if you catch my drift) to break down one, 2 phrased text. Using ‘but’ at the end of a sentence and what are ‘use’ doing tonight is just not proper English. Speaking of drinking, Tiff, Worsty and Meesh all ‘trolled’ the other night because they couldn’t make a single cup in beer pong, like really? Oh and Mushu, by trolled I don’t mean rolled…hehe… Back to our eventful day, Meesh and I strolled around the sanctuary holding koalas, feeding/harassing a couple a’ roos and groping emus. One emu scared us at first with its devilish eyes and disgusting bed of fur but we were reassured by a 10 year old boy not to be afraid because this specific emu was ”the nicest emu in all of the world.” I’m not sure what they’re feeding some of these kangaroos but they could straight fuck your day up; it looked as though half of them were roided out. Although the Tasmanian Devil decided not to come out and play, which might have been a good thing since they can bite through skulls, we got to see wallabies, dingos, crocs, flying squirrels and tree kangaroos. What we didn’t get to see is the “amazing” magic show that we found out was cancelled after we had walked across the entire park to find an empty outdoor emporium. At this point were about 2 hours in with 5 hours to go, so naturally we sit down and take our time to eat. An order of fish and chips, chicken nugs, 2 coffees, a croissant and an ice cream later we decide to try out the ropes course. Even though I’m feeling a bit faint from the nauseating smells and 90 degree heat, we hop into our super cute jump suits which only made us even more sweaty and beautiful, and are on our way gliding through the trees on 2 foot long zip lines and walking across metal tight ropes 3 feet off the ground; pretty scary stuff. We decide to quit dis shit after the first course and head back to our favorite spot in the park, the café. The bus picks us at around 4:30 and we finally head back to the Village, only to make more food aka sausage sandies. Don’t get me wrong, we had a blast, it was just a long day of actually having to do something productive !!

Feeding the roos

Sup fool

Straight chilln'

Harassing the "nicest emu in the world" 

Moosh and da roo

Some weird sculpture (slut)

Koala time!

Mushu in her natural habitat: Stork

Troll so hard mother fuckers wanna find me

                                   

Hump Day

Sitting in class listening to Jimi Hendrix and The Doors, you think I'd be a bit more enthused. Instead, I can't stop thinking about whether or not I should go out tonight; even though it’s the same damn thang every Wednesday, or study for my 2 exams I have coming up next week. Same Goon, different day, ya know? My main concern is what my next move is in regards to what I'm going to eat for my next meal. I think I’d actually kill for a grande iced non-fat late with 2 pumps of caramel right about now. 2 hour and 50 minute classes are bullshit.

Last night a hand full of us decided to take another whirl at Stingray; a super cool retro LA vibed out restaurant-bar inside of a hotel called QT in Surfers. 2 Dos Equis lagers, one Skinny Margarita and 2 ‘drunken prawn tacos’ later I had spent about 35 bux on what Australia likes to call “Taco Tuesday.” I call bullshit. Taco Tuesday means $1 tacos and 2-dollar pints, not $5 cans of Tecate. Where’s Danny when you need him. Danny is a 45 year old man who decided he wanted to spend $500 on drinks for us girls one night about 2 weeks ago at Stingray. An unattractive middle-aged man with money to blow? Why not get a few free drinks since margaritas on a normal night are $15. At least at Stingray they put more than a quarter shot into your ever so classy martini glass, chilled and shaken to my theoretical standards. 500 dollars later, wise words about how to start a business and a meal bought for 4, Danny’s a bit more unattractive and seedy then when he started. After a long night, we decide to bail out right after he decides to shower us in 20 dollar bills and gives us an invite to a ski trip in Hong Hong paid in full, which I’m pretty sure he’s taking as I speak. Danny means well, he just isn’t well.

Meesh and I are taking an adventure this Saturday to the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary to take selfies with koalas and feed kangaroos. I should be more excited than I am but it’s kinda more of one of those things you just HAVE to do when in OZ. I know it gunna kick ass once were there, so i'll have to let you guys in on our ventures after the weekend comes. Sometimes I wish I were a koala. They’re only awake for about 5 hours and eat for 3 of them. Sounds like the life…or maybe just the life after a long night at Sin City. And the circle completes. Back the pondering thoughts of whether I should give in as usual to Las Vegas Style Wednesdays at Sin City. Dancing to “mainstream” music and free drinks from the manager is starting to sound pretty good right about now, then again I’m still in class and haven’t listened to a single world my overweight, red headed teacher has said. Keiffer is next to me…I told him I’m writing an essay for a class I have next week, and now he’s overwhelmed with anxiety because all he’s done all class is watch YouTube surf videos, hehe ;) Till next time…

Taco Tuesday with Cam, Worsty, Ashton, Me, Jae, Mushu, Candice and Tiff

Say HI to Danny everyone: Me, Worsty and Tiff (Mushu was in a glow-worm cave during this photo)

Month 1

Holy shit. I've already been in Australia over a month and I cant believe how fast the time has already gone. Life's a beach, quite literally. I seem to have spent most of my time in Surfers Paradise hopping from one tacky club to the next, acquiring free fish bowls, tequila shots and mixed drinks from anyone who is willing to spend a pretty penny on cheap, half quarter shots with a mix of tonic that tastes more like watered down 7UP. Tiff, Worsty, Mushu and I stick together on these small ventures of ours. We traveled to Broadbeach aka Broady not long ago for our first beach day, which was all too exciting since it was our first sunny day we had seen on the Gold Coast. Besides traveling on our favorite form of transportation, the bus, we made the great mistake of actually thinking we could get some decent Mexican food. Walking into the 'Burrito Bar' and finding out they are out of steak, guacamole and margaritas, you can understand why our feelings were hurt. Rainbow Bay was another beach day we've had more recently, but this time we drove in an actual car! Hamish, almost killing us with Tiffs horrible directions, ever so willingly drove us to the Quiky Pro with surfers like John John Florence, Kelly Slater and Alana Blanchard. I only mention those names because although I pretend to know what the fuck is going on, I don't know anything about surfing; but what I do know is that hot guys usually flock to events like this, you know, the kind that involves surfing, sand and hot chicks in bathing suits...oh and professional surfers. 

Besides galavanting around, simultaneously doing new and fun things while not really doing anything at all, the Village is where my friends and I reside and retreat. The Village is our living quarters or co-ed dormitory if you will. Now that the weather has FINALLY come around and the sun out, we spend a lot of time lounging by the pool, Goon in hand; yes, the slap and tickle is necessary. Some days we lie around working on our tan listening to whosever iPOD is on the doc. Other days extreme amounts of tequila and absinthe shots finished off by a couple of bowls will really get cha! 

I'm really happy with the friends I've made so far, even though most of them are American. Each friend so incredibly different but exactly the same; funny how that always works. We often travel together in packs down to the local liquor store and market to buy a 12 dollar box of Goon aka 9.5% cheap wine, and sausages to grill up by the pool. Sausage sandies are a must. First you get a piece of bread in which u lightly lay the grilled sausage on top. Then you finish this decadent meal off with a few onions and a layer of ketchup. Sounds complicated, I know, but you get the hang of it. I suggest winning bets with French men though. Having a pasta night cooked by a bunch of guys for losing against us girls in a game of flip cup is quite priceless and by priceless I mean, we finally don't have to spend 20 bux to get a fucking cheeseburger. Winning a bet against French cooks is almost as good as pretending I'm not gaining any pounds by drinking my weight in 'extra dry white Golden Oak' (Goon).  

I know it may sound as though all we do here is drink, but that's probably because all  we do here is drink. I mean, I didn't travel across the world to study did I?! ;) But drinking day in and day out is more than just a good time, It's something universal that everyone seems to be good at and can relate to; not like math, where kilos, meters and mili-fucks actually matter, as if I give a shit. Socially it brings us together in the kind of way that we can all be one big happy family and forget about the differences between hanging out with 17 year olds and witches hats; we can be as free as the annoying squawking birds that one up one another in the trees outside my room. And since I am being brutally honest, I might as well add that I absolutely fucking love it here. The Gold Coast has of way of doing that to you; and as for the next 3 1/2 months to come? I've never been more ready...

French Cuisine 

The Tav

Quiky Pro

Sin City: this is Worsty and Mushu

View from the top: Surfers

Sin City

Tiff and Mushu: Goon bags make for great floatation devices and pillows