Rainy Days and Plane Tickets: February 9th - 15th

February 9th- 15th

            Monday morning I wake up a few minutes before my alarm. I have not received the usual call from Rory telling me that he will ‘be there in 5.’ About 10 minutes goes by and there is still no call. I feel somewhat relieved and hop back into bed when he calls… we decide that sleeping is a better option that surfing this morning. And it was. I awoke a couple hours later feeling more tired than earlier this morning proving that the extra sleep I had was very useful. My chronic breakfast stares at me and I dig in. It is actually mediocre at best, but I have taken affection to it. I start by cleaning out the remains of the prior days breakfast from the bowl, which I stole. I add in some Weet-Bix, which is like a dry cereal grain rectangle. If I have any fruit, fresh or not, I add it. I finalise the meal by pouring some milk on top. However, I have just only recently come to realise that a milk/juice concoction makes the meal exponentially tastier. 

            It is Wednesday evening and I cannot believe that in 2 classes and about 20 hours it will be the weekend again. Although extremely apprehensive I did in fact hang a calendar on my wall in my room. I’m beginning to regret it. Everyday I cross out the previous. Today I had to make up for some that I missed; all in all about 8 days went before my eyes. Although my time here is taking me further away from the world I left behind it is ironically bringing me closer to it at the same time. I am excited for this summer back home at the beach, but not in the least bit to forgo time that I could spend travelling.

            I just finished a lot of things: my cup of coffee, counting my money in my wallet, and figuring out what happened last night. I feel accomplished to say the least. I was re-reading some of my old blogs and I really need to start proof reading. I don’t do it out of pure lazines, but I realize that I need to get concise and sharpen up my thoughts.

[laziness missing an ‘s’ is on purpose, proving the sharpening of my thoughts]

            I think that we are travelling today, but I have no real idea. We might go to Byron Bay, we might not. We have no hostels booked, hell I haven’t even looked any up online, let alone the town itself. 

            The weather here has been pretty bad for the past couple of days: rain and lots of it. I don’t think that they are really in a drought.

            It’s Happy Hour on Virgin Blue, and I am in desperate need of some plane tickets…

 I am officially going to Sydney for Mardi Gras. It shall be a grand event. I have no clue where I’m staying / any other relevant information about Sydney besides the Opera House.

The weather has deterred us from going to Byron for the weekend, but we do take a Saturday afternoon drive to Nimbin. The drive there is nice. Initially getting out of the car we had no idea on the scene that we were about to become apart of. The drizzling rain and overcast skies multiplied the already inherent eeriness. We browsed around some shops, all seeming to be interchangeable besides their addresses. Every store is overgrown with pot-leave-covered tourist paraphernalia: post cards, cosies, and shirts. 

            After walking through a museum along the 100 yard block, not knowing what to do next, half of us decided on eating. I’m not quite sure how the restaurant was functional. The order taker and waitresses were distraught by their obvious high. They were confused and couldn’t get anything right. Eventually we got our food, but the amount of confusion that went along with it was only par for the course in a town that inhales more THC than oxygen.

            However, it doesn't stop there. We finished up and headed out into the wild streets. There were two types of people walking around this paranoid dystopia: the freakshows that live here, and the travellers that want to get a glimpse of them. It was an interesting time, to say the least. 

            I am eating a peanut butter sandwich as I write instead of continuing studying for my biology quiz tomorrow. It was an early rise this morning, but it took a little longer than usual to get underway. We drove north to the spit with the intention of surfing Straddie Island, but the huge waves breaking out on the outer sandbars forced us to do otherwise. We went down to Burleigh were the waves were huge, and people were getting ridiculous barrels. I took the spill over the falls of my life, and balanced that out with a stand-up barrel 10 minutes later.

            A nap was necessary after the early morning session and preceding the events from the night before. I awoke in astonishment that the weekend had left once again. I studied a little, then had an evening surf at Snapper. I end Sunday-funday by catching up on writing, and watching letters that make up biology terms float around on a page.