So last night…

…I had a bit of a moment after drinking with ozzies all night (& 2 guys from the former soviet union). I was a complete drunken mess when I got back to the hostel but I got undressed and climbed into bed. I later found myself in the hallway outside my room in only my underwear, trying to find my kitchen from my house back home and confused as fuck as to where the hell I actually was and why i couldnt find the kitchen. My body must have been on autopilot and decided I needed food. I was drunk, lost, confused and didnt know what the hell was going on. It slowly dawned on me after a little while where I actually was and went back to my room. It was a good job I left the door ajar because I didn’t have my keycard with me. What a moron.

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Played drinking games with these loons tonight, duno who they are but they are Australian and a good laugh. My name was “english” of course. My hand is fucked from playing a game called “bloody knuckles” but I wasnt the worst off so it’s all good

A wet but warm start to the day here in Brisbane.

I’m a bit more settled into the hostel now I’ve been here a few days and figured out how it all works. The only thing I really have to do today is sort out a tax number which I need for employment. The tax office is only 5 minutes stroll down the road too. After that I think I’m in for a lazy day today and a bit of a booze-up tonight. I was supposed to be drinking last night but I was too tired and was flat out asleep by 10pm which is very unlike me!

Day 1 in Australia & I’ve been fined for my first offence. Fucking jaywalking or whatever they call it here. I only crossed because I followed 2 other women at the back of a crowd just as the lights turned red. They also got fined though. $40 I won’t see again. Fuckers.

Some Asian tourist thought I was getting ticketed for eating an apple in the street haha.

reblog-and-shizz Asked: I've just read your post about travelling to Oz, I've moved over from the Uk 2 months ago to Melbourne. Although i moved with family. We flew to Singapore also then from there to Melbourne, just welcoming you to the country, you'll love it, people are so friendly here.

Ah you’re lucky, i’m all on my own! I dont have a clue wtf i’m doing haha. Yeah ive only been here a few hours and already im struck my how friendly the ozzies are! Feels good man!

Thanks for the welcome!

So i’m in Oz.

I’m heeeereee!

The flight, despite taking 25 hours was great. The crew really look after you and there was plenty to do entertainment-wise. I made a friend on the flight who was heading to a different part of australia, he was right on my wave length so were going to keep in touch. He told me if i’m still around after xmas he can get me a job on his friends winery where he works, though thats not until january. Top bloke though and he even helped me find my connecting flight from Singapore before going for his own =]

As it is i’m completely exhausted. Its 10:40pm tuesday here and the last sleep I had was saturday night. Since then all ive managed is a few 20 minute naps so on that note I bid you a very weary goodnight from Brisane!

Off shopping to Carlisle for some last things for my trip.

Also my last little road trip with some of the boys.

And GPOY.

kiell:

Columbus Ohio. American Rendezvous 2012 warm-up.

2 more sleeps & i’m gone.

2 more sleeps and that’s it for me, our house & my home-town. I’ll be travelling & living alone, leaving behind my family & friends and trying to make a new start at life somewhere, beginning in Australia. I’ve condensed my remaining possessions that I want to keep, down to 3 boxes which my parents will store for me. My room looks so empty. The whole house is the emptiest it’s ever been, including empty of people & it’s really sad. This house NEEDS people.

I’ve lived in this house for 25 years. I grew up here with my parents, my brother & my grandparents lived here too. Family & friends were always coming & going, the place was always a hive of activity & it was never boring. It’s been just me alone in here for a while now as my parents moved out ages ago so renovations could begin. The house stands silent for the most part and once i’m gone i’ll never sleep here again. So much of my life has happened inside these walls & so much has happened to my family. This house has always been my sanctuary & pretty much the only home i’ve ever known. Its a strange thought but this place is like a dear old friend. I love it dearly and i will miss it very much.

I sometimes think I must be mad going off alone like I am but I have to do something drastic to spark some kind of change in my life. I’ve never really found my purpose or calling in life and it’s time I had some direction & took real charge of my life. If i’m alone and on the other side of the world i’ll be forced to look HARD at myself and make decisions that I could probably avoid if I stayed at home. I’ll have no-one immediate to rely on but myself. I KNOW that if I stay here then i’ve taken the easy option and all I can see in that future is me fading away and never making any kind of difference to myself or anybody else.

Am I scared of travelling alone? No, it’s exciting. The only thing that scares me is the possibility that I fuck this up and I end up right back where I started.

thevictorianist:

Phineas Gage, the railroad worker who had a metre-long iron rod propelled straight through his head at high speed in an explosion. Gage famously survived this horrific accident, but underwent dramatic personality changes afterwards. Photograph taken in 1848.

Gage is said to have undergone major personality changes following his accident, becoming quick-tempered and foul-mouthed and behaving sexually inappropriately. In a subsequent report, published 20 years after the accident, Harlow described the changes thus:

His contractors, who regarded him as the most efficient and capable foreman in their employ previous to his injury, considered the change in his mind so marked that they could not give him his place again. He is fitful, irreverent, indulging at times in the grossest profanity (which was not previously his custom), manifesting but little deference for his fellows, impatient of restraint of advice when it conflicts with his desires, at times pertinaciously obstinent, yet capricious and vacillating, devising many plans of future operation, which are no sooner arranged than they are abandoned in turn for others appearing more feasible. In this regard, his mind was radically changed, so decidedly that his friends and acquaintances said he was “no longer Gage”.

Me with my dreads, probably from around 2004.

Walked out my house to see this not so long ago.

You’d assume if you could afford an Aston Martin DB9, you’d at least learn how to park the fucking thing.

o_O