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Why isn't tallness a recognised disability?
From the moment I put $2.60 into the vending machine to get a bottle of diet coke I knew i'd like Brisbane. I knew i'd like Brisbane because 4 bottles of water followed the coke one after the other, all gratis. I looked round and saw a guy laughing, the same thing had happenend to him, it was a magical moment of fortune for us both to share.
I kept two for myself and gave the rest out to whoever I saw, thats just the kind of guy I am, always giving. I then walked out of the station and ignored the big issue seller and the homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk begging for any spare change that i might posses.
My hostel is a million times better than the one in Sydney, although I was told I'd have trouble fitting in the single beds "cause your massive ain't ya" and was complimented rather over enthusiastically on my mallrats t shirt by the super geek at reception.
I had a big explore round the city which is kind of compact and feels like a big town. The Southbank area is great, its the art/culture type area so obviously I felt slightly out of place but induldged nevertheless and thought the beach and swimming pool by the river was quite fancy.
While eating my lunch I had to be aware of an interesting looking creature i'd never seen before called the Ibis. I say interesting, I mean f*cking ugly jurassic park reject of a bird. The poor pigeons don't stand a chance with that thing around.
This morning I picked up the accoustic guitar that I purchased yesterday, it was an impulsive buy but its a little beauty and ive already wrote a brilliant song with excellent lyrics that will be a world wide hit. Its called "your ugly" and it goes "your ugly, your ugly, your ugly, its false". Unfortunately because the guitar was quite expensive I now can't eat until I get home.
Ive spent the afternoon of today at a friends house. I haven't seen him for 2 years or so since working at Camp America so it was a bit weird at first but all good in the end.
He lives in place called Yeronga in a cool little appartment with a balcony and a barbey, everything an aussie needs. I asked him if he had got into the World Cup and he said that he had loved the soccer but then said "when's the final? Thursday right?".
He busted his leg last week skiing in NZ so can't really do anything so im taking the guitar round tomorrow for a jam, Steve Irwin and crocs can wait.
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