My blogging ability has diminished recently. I feel ashamed. I feel bad that you, my friends, have to sit down and read this utter drivel. I will, from now on, try my very bestest to make this a bit more interesting to read, a little more entertaining, ad above all, a bit more informative. Me saying I went to the pub today doesn't count as informative.
Over the past 2 weeks, I have been travelling which a bunch of people that I met in Alice Springs, which before I forget, is possibly the s***test place on Earth. Maggie, a HR manager, 28, left early this morning to go to NZ. I have been offered a job as her stylist when I get back to the UK. Back of the net.
Cat, 25, teacher from Sheffield is teaching in Melbourne and is mostly ace. She has no similaries with an ex girlfriend of mine who went under the same name.
Katie is from Doncaster and is yet to go to university. She likes Bloc Party. Can you tell I'm in an odd mood?
Adam bean he man c u next tuesday anzac face essex.
Anyways, last night we went on a mini bar crawl round Melbournes seedy underbelly. I saw some f***ing weird indie and emo kids. I felt a bit out of sorts wearing a floral print and a grey cardi. I'm not an indie kid. I don't follow a scene. I like lots of different things. Thats just the way god made me. I don't know if I embraced the east coast for what it is. Maybe I was missing the point. People rave about it. Mostly blokes. I found some good bits and some bad bits. What did I expect? I don't know. I have a bit left in Melbourne now and I love it. I have come full circle. Out of all the places I have seen in Australia, its the place I like the most. However, I had a conversation with Cat last night that made me think a lot. There's something missing. Who do I share all this with? Who do I look in the eye and not say anything to when we both know that what we are experiencing is the best thing we have seen in weeks? Is there a missing link? Or do I just assume that there is a missing link because I'm still not completely there on the whole travelling by yourself thing? I guess sometimes you just have to move on and let go. You can think about things but don't act on them. Only makes it worse.
I go to NZ in less than 2 weeks. It has been dubbed the 'Big Green Shag Bus'. I can't think why. That isn't necessarily what I'm looking for. I didn't leave home to collect STIs. If it rains the whole time then that will suck but it sounds like it will be awesome no matter what. I'm looking forward to the next stage in my journey. Something different. I've lost track of what I wanted to say now. Did I want to say anything? f*** knows.
I bought my 3rd camera of the trip today. I'm tripping over insurance documents and receipts at the moment. Such a f***ing ballache. In other news, Aunty Olga (utter saint) has managed to score free tickets to an AFL game on saturday. Oh, and I might be going to see Biffy Clyro next tuesday. Get f***ed stud.