something strong. Just the way I like it. Just kidding. I am not talking about sunny side up eggs, or omelets, or whatever that’s comprised of eggs. I’m talking about the weather. These past few days have been surprisingly nice. I say “surprisingly” because the sky is deceiving. I wake up to sunshine, only to walk to class soaked, then make it back to my room with frostbite. But this week’s forecast has been great. The weather is fantastical, and waking up at 6am to a nice breezy 60 degree weather is just fab darling. Just fab.

I have finally gotten into my academic mode and honestly, I thought the transition would have been more gradual, but like my spontaneous actions, my asian side switched on one morning. Kind of like Freaky Friday, but just myself…? Not only did my mind decide on being a good uni student, but it also decided to go for a change. For some odd reason, I feel like a different person. Initially, I wanted to experiment around with my social life by wearing mascara (I don’t like/wear make-up) and to drink some or what not, do what society deems sociable amongst my age group. I tested the experiment out for one day, and decided I didn’t like it. Well really I just don’t like anything on my face, or the feeling of my eyelashes sticking together every time I blink. Which by the way, if you didn’t know, females blink a plethora more than males. Not factoring in the whole “come hither” blinks, which I do all the time…ya know.

Change is good I reckon. In comparison to how I was back in the states, I like me better in OZ than back at home. Strange I know, but I feel like I fit in more here? Probably because of the influx of asians, but then again, you all know I’m far off from the asian spectrum and much more twinning with barbie. When I introduced mascara to my eyelashes, I would look at myself in the mirror and see someone different. A twin, an evil twin of Abby. I thought by darkening my eyes, it made me look more unapproachable, which isn’t a good thing considering I have had people tell me that I look “intimidating”… how, I still have no idea. But now, after a few days of painting the eyelashes and “checking” myself out in the mirror, I have grown accustomed to it. It looks nice I guess. It does make me look like I have some eyelashes present. What other changes have I made? Well, I got my nose pierced, or re-pierced really. I like it. Once the healing process is over, I think I’m going to change the sparkling glitter into a little ring. Dudes and Dudettes, I feel like a badass. Maybe another tattoo? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, though I have been pondering about it… uh oh spontaneous trip, what? This next thing I’m about to share is huge. Friends from home, “ya’ll ready for this” like Space Jam? I probably shouldn’t set it up in the case you guys don’t think it’s all that shocking or whatever. I have started to delight in what you all fancy: alcohol. I am legal over here so it is totally fine for me to be sociably thirsty. Though I have been asked for my I.D. twice already. Guess I look young. I thought mascara might age me up a bit, but I guess my cheeks are much more dominating than the eyes. I don’t mind it really… guess I should be flattered they think I’m younger than 18, after all, I am about to graduate from the delightful teenage years. So far I haven’t had to buy any drinks yet. I find that to be quite the accomplishment. The drinks I have had up to this point: gin and tonic, vodka and cranberry, black russian, bulmers pear cider, rekorderlig pear cider, and bundy (rum) straight- then with coke. Shots: cowboy, I Don’t Know, blue balls, and agua (?). I am what you can say, building up my alcohol tolerance? Though, I still have no idea what tipsy feels like. Do I want a drunk experience? I think I want to meet my drunken self in a controlled environment before I unleash myself to the public. Any guesses to what kind of a drunk I would be? I don’t want to think about it. Endless possibilities. I may become Sybil. Oh gracious that would be horrific…ally  entertaining.

Black Russian. Thanks Rick for buying this for me!

Also, you know how back in America, there’s an acceptable time to start drinking? Usually it’s after 5 o’clock or something like that, but here? You can drink anytime you want. Day drinking=totally fine. As long as the sun is up and shining, you may drink to your hearts content. But drunks don’t show themselves until after the sun goes down, which is respectable of them to contain themselves until then.

Aside from drinking, tattoos, and piercings, the good stuff, I’ll tell you guys about my week/end. This week is one of my co-workers: Gillian’s, last week before she moves to Sydney to do big girl’s work. So we all had a last hoorah get together on Monday, and prior to that, we all stayed behind after work on Saturday and played pool, and stayed up til daylight, to spend as much time as we can with our beloved Irish. It was indeed a great time. This bartending job is great. It is what I look forward to every weekend. All of us employees, supervisors, and managers get along so well, we are practically family. Welcome to the Joint Bar. On that late night/morning of Saturday, one guy-Derek found a helium tank. So he passed the tank around the circle and we all took hits. Sounds like a drug circle doesn’t it? It sure felt like it, only it consisted of pubescent sounding lads and lassies, and not actual druggies, though I’m sure some of my co-workers are… but that’s besides the point. I didn’t get back to my room until 8ish on Sunday morning. As I walked out of the bar, I pushed open the door and sunshine came beaming in. The amount of sunshine that pour through the door, sure burnt my retinas, and would have put an end to Edward Cullen’s life. That would do all of us a favor, (Sorry Stephanie Meyer). I woke up two hours later after my head hit the pillow and took a tram ride down to little Lonsdale street and walked into a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop- 1000 Pound Bend to do some long, procrastinated work. I think my love has transferred from The Potter to this shop. Sorry James.

view from the back corner.

Best seat in the house. Quality people watching view.

The most decadent burger I have ever tasted. The caramelized onions that laid on top of the meat, served a perfectly juicy, sweet, texture. With the crispy fresh lettuce on top and a toasted-just-right bun, deemed the burger to be just exquisite.
I really enjoy food.

Side note: On monday, I sat in the Potter cafe, doing my work and all, when James came to my per usual seating spot and set down his plate of food on the table in the manner of: let it be known, I am sitting down here, kind of loud. I was intently reading away my innocence with Lolita whilst listening to Timeflies, when I sprung out of my seat in terror. I had thought an earthquake struck or something, but no. It was just James trying to get some attention. Oh right, I haven’t introduced you all to James yet. Well I have, I just didn’t say his name. Oops. He is the guy who helped me gather my surroundings when I was lost as a pup, (refer back to 80/20 ratio post). Anyways, I am not sure how we ended up on this topic, but we started talking about our short lists, or mine that is in comparison to his list. In case you don’t know what a “short list” is, it is a list of people (specifically girls) I would go lesbian for. Turns out, my list and his list are identical, give or take a Blake Lively. Guess I have exceptional taste in women. No homo there, I flaunt it. These ladies are hothots.

My Top 5, in no particular order:
Zooey Deschanel, Mila Kunis, Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, and Blake Lively.

Anyhow… what was I saying before my interjected note? I’m a bit distracted after naming my top 5. Oh right, change. I do fancy this new change. I think it’s healthy to change up the lifestyle every so often. I actually crave change, which is partly a reason why I do things spontaneously, I guess.

I conclude, yet again on another random note. I have noticed that the guys here are exceptionally slender. Especially in the legs department. When American guys try to pull off skinny jeans, it normally doesn’t go too well, unless they have chicken legs; and when they attempt to pull off colored skinny jeans… that’s just catastrophe. Here though, I admire a guy who can pull off some colored skinny jeans… which includes the whole entire aussie male population. It’s phenomenal. Legs of all sizes can pull off colored, skinny jeans. It reminds me of the pair of jeans from the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. It is a sight to see. On a serious note, I wonder how these guys’ legs are so slender. It seems to me their legs are skinnier than Heidi Klums! I’m not talking about chicken legs here. I am talking about skin slapped on top of bone, skinny. Whenever I see a guy with legs like that, I just can’t help but stare in amazement. Yet again, guys here are naturally slender. Goodness Americans are big. I mean that in the nicest way possible.

I leave you all now with pictures of food. Wipe up your drool puddles afterwards please, and thank you.

lemonade sweet tea

Alice in Wonderland Pancakes.
two buttermilk pancakes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.

I was a bit too happy when the server set it down in front of me.

Tight Tofu Wrap

Strawberry cheesecake at the Vegi Bar

Black and White MacaroonThe inside.

“Live as if you were living for the second time and had acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now.” -Viktor Frankl