First Blog!

So, I've been here since Thursday? Yeah. Thursday. I'll run through the past week and then try to keep a daily updating thing going on, if I can.

Thursday - Arrived in Melbourne, exhausted. I didn't get a wink of sleep on the flight from Singapore to my new homeland, but that's okay, because I bought a Kinder at Changi, which is all a girl really needs. The lines were ridiculously long for everything, and I had to chuck out my pack of Nutrigrains that my momma packed for me, so I wouldn't have to spend twenty lifetimes in customs. A guy cut in front of me in one line and I scowled at the back of his head for a good half hour and I accidentally bumped his suitcase a few times. How passive.
I got up to the desk and got a friendly "how are you going?" from a man with lots of laugh lines. Best new phrase and it doesn't make me sound like an idiot when I use it, like "ute" and "arvo."
Then I got to see Carly! Much too long. AND STORYTIME. So, as we were leaving the airport parking lot, Mike Posner crossed our car. Craziness.
After some driving and catching up, we got to Carly's apartment in Glen Iris, where she lives with three British boys with beautiful accents. I got to shower and crash on a super comfy mattress in the hallway. (Oh, they make fun of how I say "supER," instead of "supAH," as well. Usually followed by the mocking American accent and "supER best friends!")
Got my first taste of goon. Sunnyvale tastes like shit. Don't drink it.
Then, got to see Carly's work and had a few drinks, playing some sort of Aussie shooting video game. I sucked. I think I shot maybe one animal? And I had the chance to meet some of Carly's friends and play some pool with her roomies. And then we ran off to Crown! First experience with a Casino. I was terrified that I'd lose everything I'd ever earned, so I was cautious and put down $10 on Roulette, and then just stuck to the slots and won $4, and called it a night. Instead, I bought a ginormous margarita for Carly and I to split and we ended up just drinking that while Carly and the boys gambled more.

Friday - Left Carly's in the morning, with the intent of going to an 11:30am meeting, but got so lost on campus that I never made it. And life without a phone is very difficult, I tell you. Carly and Boon had to jet to the hospital to get Boon's medical guinea-pigging done, so I was left by myself with a wonky map and no sense of direction. Everyone was pointing me each which way and contradicting each other. Really, people, really?
Finally got all my stuff into Mary's (my new home of the red and the blue) and then went to get more uni stuff together. I remember being absolutely starving after not eating all day, so we got to stop by Maccas and pick up some fries. Yum! However, Boon is challenged with drive-thru operations and just can't seem to get a grasp on the concept, so we took a little longer than usual. I had a brief run-in with my roomie, Hillary, and then jetted back off to Glen Iris. Hillary's a sweetheart. She's from CT, but goes to school at Boston College. Tall, freckly, cute clothes, and seems to have everything put together. She's very confident with all of her decisions and never seems to second-guess anything she does, which I really admire. She's also been letting me borrow her adapter and toothpaste and things of that sort until I'm completely settled.
Friday night we ended up going over to Carly's friend Taylor's place and watching Little Britain over goon and cordial. We played a game that I don't remember the name of, but there are lots of "boo......WHIP!" sounds. Relatively easy to catch on. We had the intent of playing lots of games, but ended up just watching Little Britain and crashing. In the beginning, I just could not understand Vicky and her "yeah, but no, but yeah but" way of speaking (which everyone found to be hilarious), but finally caught on and understood most of the humor. Some things I will just never get.
Anyway, I decided to sleep on the couch and told the girls to wake me up in "just a few minutes," but ended up opening my eyes two hours later, and seeing everyone conked out and strewn across the room.

Saturday - Went to Kmart with Carly and picked up a few things. Saw a store called "Brumby's" and thought of my pseudo-Dsig baby. I was feeling sick later in the afternoon, most likely because of the lack of sleep and the jet lag, so I decided just to stay at Carly's and sleep and watch TV for the day/night. The five of us watched Love Actually, a movie I'd be craving for a while, and ate apples and peanut butter. Well, I ate apples and peanut butter, and they all gave me strange looks. Afterwards, they went out to the pub and I just decided to do a mini-pregame and fell asleep. At about 3am, they came back and woke me up, so we talked for a bit, and then everyone went to sleep. I stayed up, too awake, serenading John with Vanessa Carlton, as he slowly got bored and fell asleep.

Sunday - Went back to uni. We took the tram to the casino to exchange my traveler's checks -- boo, poor exchange rate!-- and then stopped by Hungry Jack's in Melbourne Central for a quick bite. Got to St. Mary's by 5:15pm or so and walked in to see all the new freshers dancing or something outside. I dropped all my Kmart goodies and said my goodbyes and went downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. I went outside and asked someone what was going on, but he was too focused in dance to answer, so I left the courtyard to explore the building. Two girls stopped me, saying "there you are!" and introduced themselves. Clancy is one of my favorite O-Weekers. She's so bubbly and cute and really energetic. I watched the other Freshers do the Fresher dance, which each college does to prepare for a dance-off competition. I still don't know it, but Clancy said my private tute is coming this weekend. It's to "One" by Yeasayer, which I had never heard of, but it's stuck in my head ALL THE FREAKING TIME now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLrKDGZx15c
Enjoy.

According to Hillary, I missed The Defreshing earlier in the day, which I am so happy about. Icky hazing, but all in good fun. Apparently, they blindfolded all the Freshers and poured Vegemite and shaving cream and marmalade all over them and their hair and made them crawl through spaghetti and baked beans. OH, and they always yell "Stupid Freshers!", regardless of the fact that I'm a Sophomore. They don't care. If it's your first year at St. Mary's, you're a stupid Fresher.
We then had "Amigo Turn," which is pretty much a Mexican-themed party, listening to songs by Art vs Science (yes!) over UDL (pretty much vodka lemon lime in a can) and cheap beer. Alcohol is so expensive here, but I love the drinking age. And these folk like to drink. Seriously.
Then, we ended up going over to Pugg's, the pub linked to St. Mary's. Each college has "their" pub, where they know the bartenders and get specials and such. I decided to go for the early take-home, being exhausted.

Monday - So, on the Fresher O-Week schedule it says "Sleep in!" Ha. More like 6am-wake up. They make you run all around campus in your pajamas and do jumping jacks and such. And we played Teepees and Indians. We had a bit to shower after and then had to take the Fresher Exam. They told us that it's completely mandatory about St. Mary's history and the guidebook, and that if you failed, they would seriously reconsider your placement and they had Sister Liz, the principal, come up and talk, so it seemed serious. However....it turned out to be a joke to scare us. The questions got dumber as it went on, like drawing revealing pictures of the O-Weekers, describing how to get out of a watering can if you were a stuck rabbit, and connecting the dots when there were no dots to connect. There was lots of yelling and "NO TALKING"  and people coming around, crossing out your answers with black Sharpies.
OH. And black Sharpies. They suck. So, you have to wear your name tag everywhere, or else they will draw your name on your forehead. Now, they'll even remove your nametag and write your name anyway. Or where you're from, and stuff of that sort. I got labeled "FRESHER" in block letters last night, after the whole Fresher-Sophomore debate came up again.
Then, we had lunch and did Amigo Olympics, where we did a sort of relay thing in teams. My job was to hit down a pinata and strap a lemon to my donkey (other U-of-I-er Paul) and smuggle him across the US border. All so un-stereotype, right?
After some welcome-Freshers talks about not hooking up with every St. Mary's person you see, we went bowling. And I sucked. Figured. But Isa, the French girl from Barcelona, bowled a 12. She was so cute and embarrassed. Each time the ball looked promising, it would gutter. Poor girl. Then, I ended up talking to Greek God, the Aussie who looks like he stepped out of an American Apparel/Abercrombie catalog. He told me about all the different types of Australian beer and such.
Then, we went to a different pub and I met Eugene, a kid from New Zealand. Nice guy. Says "yes" and "six" in a cool way. I opted for the early take-home again and had a plethora of escorts.

Tuesday - Formal breakfast in the morning, which I woke up late for. Yikes. No worries for the first time, though. Good croissants and tomatoes.
Then, I got to register for classes, which is a pain in the ass. And my schedule is ehh, and I'm waitlisted for most course times. Hopefully, they'll make an exception for an exchanger. And I may have no Monday classes! Keep your fingers crossed. I then got my student card, met a sweet girl named Georgie, and grabbed a mango smoothie from The Spot, which I affectionately refer to as Aussie-BIF.
Afterwards, we did a sort of St. Mary's Amazing Race thing around campus, which was fun, and I got to see places like Prinny and the library. We ended up having to go into the city, too, and do all sorts of odd tasks, like kissing strangers, bucking on the streets, writing strangers names on their foreheads, and eating Nutella out of nappies. And, of course, the Fresher dance.
After some pizza skulling, we had Fluoro-Night, the best night I've had since I've been here. Everyone dresses up in neon and we all just get pissed at this pub downtown and all the ex-cols were there. I made a new drinking buddy in Tom, or Fitzy, a pseudo-Australian, who's been living in Shanghai for the past few years. He's a lefty who can't skull to save his life. I coined him and he ended up spewing all over the men's bathroom floor. Poor kid. And Paul constantly yelled "ILL" and me "INI!", with everyone really confused. And we discussed our drunk-craving for One World. Pitchers were cheap, and, even though, I'm not a beer drinker, I went for it anyway, splitting two of them with Tom. And a few vodka raspberries on top of that. It was Tori's birthday, and she was really shitfaced because everyone kept buying her shots. Such a nice girl. So, I hung out with her for a bit too.
They made us all head home at 12:30, and almost all of us were trashed. And I apparently ate two neon yellow stickers, yelling "America!" So....good job, Dani.
When we got back, they fed us toasties, which saved me from a hangover, and I skulled a few goblets of water before crashing.

Today - We had an early breakfast and then I went to the dumbest info session in the history of info sessions, about how to participate in class. I thought it was going to be useful, like "oh, don't raise your hand because it's considered rude" and such, but it ended up being like "this is how you ask a question and here are some lead-in words, like 'May I just----'" and pointless shit like that for an hour. So, I went back home and slept for four hours until our kitchen and accy tours (accy being short for "academic," or the academic center, not accounting). Then we had a quick dinner and went off to the night market at Queen Vic's downtown. Such a brilliant place. I bought sweet corn and some Tim Tam and Kinda Surprise ice cream. Yum yum. And listened to live music while browsing through this crazy dress collection.
Just got home a little bit ago. I love this city, but I definitely miss home some. I'm anxious to travel and see more of the country and get some more touristy things going. All of the Americans have already done them the week before I got here, so I'm on my own for them, which isn't too terrible.
Tomorrow, there's yoga and then a pub crawl/cafe crawl during the day. I have very little money on me at the moment, so I think I'm going to to do the cafe crawl. I mean, who drinks at 1pm for 3 hours? And then more drinking later in the night for the Toga Turn (yay, Greek!) and then off to Pugg's. So, I'll definitely get my drink  on, I'm just passing on the arvo-skulls.
Well, I'm off to bed. I just realized that it's too late, but I was supposed to run over to South and grab Cecilia's saline solution for my drying-out contacts. Damn. No worries, I'll make it work, just like everything else. Tim Gunn.

Good night!