*indiana jones theme song*

I'm almost legal in Canada! Too bad that it's not that exciting over here, i'll still try!


We were supposed to go out to celebrate Adrian's new job with dinner and drinks. Dinner got canceled so instead we just sat on the roof and drank until i kicked everyones asses and got them to get out of the place at 11. We first went to Eurotrash, but it was crap this time around because there was a private function happening upstairs. We had a few drinks and thought of the next joint that would be open, and followed our path back to Swanston to get to the lounge. Never been in the downstairs, or at night for that matter, it was fun and i spent a lot of the night dancing. I left Claire with my belongings, stupidly.
Saturday was probably the best day i have had in weeks. I sat up moaning, with a hangover. Claire the same. Then a knock on the door and adrian is holding his head and the wall, for support, hungover. Duffy, who didn't come out with us, gave us some ibuprofen and we all agreed to shower and get a big breakfast. I'm sure if you walked by the ladies washroom you would hear me, claire, and duffy singing Lean On Me.
The actual food involved in breakfast was disappointingly and expensive, but the sitting down and reminiscing of last night was perfect. It reminded me of sex and the city, but with one male ( he's practically female though, raised by 3 sisters...). We all didn't want to go back to the hostel and i'ts never ending drama, so we decided to see if we could get tickets for indiana jones. Claire and I waited in line while duffy and adrian brought us coffee. Managed to get awesome seats.
We had an hour before the film started, so we took our drinks and sat outside the city library, watched break dancers, and just laughed hysterically.
I thought indiana jones was good. Maybe its because we were all in such a giddy, happy mood before we went in. When we came out, we were still chuffed and not wanting the hostel to bring us down, so we went to e-55 and had a few drinks and Harrison met us there. We picked up some groceries and drinks.
We waited around and Harrison whipped up a curry for us. After we stuffed our faces we all went up to the roof and drank.
I met up with the group at this jazz bar, and then we all went to The Cherry Bar and met up with the rest of the hostel people. Cherry plays all rock music,and it was such a nice change from that radio bullshit, or techno crap. They even played Boston, and me,adrian, and ben had a hayday.
Back in the hostel, me duff and claire were all in bed and Harrison came in and gave the worlds worst and drunk striptease i have witnessed. It ended with him star fished, face first in the ground.

I've had a shit couple of days, my cafe job has ended and i don't have any work right now. Thank god it's my birthday tomorrow,and i wont have to deal with money really?

coulda, woulda, shoulda...

...but then again, I am here! And my departure date continues to be pushed back. I know I know, before i left it seemed like everyone around me doubted my return. I am coming back, it's just it's no longer in june, maybe in august, most likely sometime in October...November? I feel like leaving now would be a mistake, and I should suck the bone dry.

I've been working more. Keeping busy, and that is keeping me sane now that i have approached the 100th day living in a hostel. Crawling up the walls, need to get out. And that's what I am planning on.
Thursday night i managed to escape the greenhouse vortex and had dinner at this vegetarian Mexican place with Paul in Fitzroy. Watched Ramsey and Aussie trash with a bottle of red. Woke up with wine lips, again. I have to stop making it a habit.
Friday night we had planned on all going out, but like usual, things came back and it was pushed till saturday, that's alright though. Had a nice night in, watching tv, hanging out on the roof, and reading for hours in bed. Sounds boring, but it's nice after a full week of work and going to bed extremely early in preparation for your 6 am wake up. And I also made Harrison take me out on a date to go to dinner, and food is always fun!
I had the sniffles all day Saturday, and I haven't seen it rain for that long in a while. The only real trip i made outside was to Coles because living on dull rice wasn't satisfying me anymore. Did some more looking for a flat, and after we got a misleading message from Adrian us ladies started to get dressed and hit the roof.
We drank and hung out, had a lot of laughs for a few hours. We were very indecisive about where to go, but i insisted on somewhere new because we usually go the regular ol' joints. A good group were at St.Jeromes which is a real neat place to just hang out and drink. First we tried Cookie, which i've heard many raving reviews from friends and coworkers, and strangers. We got to the bouncer and he awared us there was a band that required tickets, so we dumbed that idea and me, Duffy, Claire, and Sorcha took Adrian up on going to Eurotrash.
highlight of the night; Adrian ( 28) was ID'd, and I wasn't.
It was different, good. Not exactly me, but still a good time. When you first walk in it seems like it's just one room, cool decor, unfriendly bartenders ( atleast on that floor ). We stuck around for a bit, until we were lead through this maze of a place. Down some random hallway we found stairs, bringing us to an awkward 'outdoor' area where you could smoke. They really take advantage of space in Melbourne. Through one door you entered a limbo hallway which forced you into this soundproof dancefloor room, where they have featured DJ's. It was in this room that the crowd seemed very drunk, and had nice bartenders.
Back in the awkward smoke area, there was a blocked off set of stairs that lead to a VIP room. Another was this hallway that seemed like a dead end, when it really lead this relaxed, futuristic room with a projection screen ( with charlie chaplin ) and a big comfy bed in the corner.
We had a good night. Got very drunk. Walking home was hilarious, I was trying to strut ( i know, i know, it comes naturally ) but i was having difficulties looking good whilst walking crooked. Got back to the hostel and all of us devoured sandwiches and bated time until bed.

The following day, i went out with Duffy and had lunch and coffee on the Yarra with her. It was lovely, and i hope our Sunday dates turn into a regular thing. Went out for drinks with Harrison later that night and walked along the yarra. Yarra yarra yarra!

This weekend we're going out for dinner to celebrate Adrian's new job, then going out for drinks with the whole lot.
I'm really glad that i have a good group of friends right now, if i didn't i think i would be going insane. Being in our room is duffy, harrison, and claire and it's like a big family- we get on so well, and i'm hoping we find a flat together as soon as possible. We all need it, badly.

Sarah Murphy, Claire

Kate Duffy



Adrian, Claire, Duffy
it's all about me...


my single dance move...
Adrian, Jimmy, Moyles
and i'm a diva...
something was fuunnny....

im a creature of the night!

I did some speed shopping on fridayday and caved in to acknowledging that it is no longer summer by purchasing a cute black beret. I'm going to try and bypass buying an actual jacket by layering, hats, and scarves. Ou, and my grandma, ugly woolly socks.

So friday night was a going away party for two of the reception staff. After ripping Harrison out of his after-work-nap, and getting ready with claire listening to jeff bucket ( of course )we caught the tram to the builders arms to the farewell gig. I was busy convincing the others that it wasn't going to be awkward, but as soon as we reached the group i couldn't feel out of place.
After sitting down for a bit we realized that we made a big deal about nothing, and had a good time. It was like an extended version of musical chairs( not planned), but with drinking- so we all got to chat with different people.I got to hang out with claire, outside the hostel, which we haven't done much of.
As the night went on, people disappeared through the doors into the night, and the group dwindled down to only a few. I ended up drinking till far in the morning, the hand on the watch told me it was past 5.

Woke up Saturday morning and gave myself a hangover band aid; big breakfast and long shower. I destroyed the meal, and digested it over the paper.
Duffy and I got a call from Paul to go watch The Big V footy game at his mates house. I drank a little, but did not want to test my kidneys. There was poker, and pizza, and so on - very boys day. We stayed until early morning, again, and managed to flag a cab with our fingers crossed, shaking in the cold weather.

Yesterday I tiptoed out of the room, trying not to disturb duffy- instead she caught me halfway and asked to go for coffee. Coffee turned into a light meal. Which turned into a lupper date on the river. Which turned into oh-my-god food!
We were right on the yarra bank, again, and going on all out-why not? We ordered a veggie mezze platter ( stuffed vine leaves, olives, feta, cheeseball, roasted red pepper, artichoke, tatziki dip, a herb dip, bread sticks and turkish bread ). Kate Duffy ordered the warm thai beef salad. I had the cauliflower, cheese, and fennel soup. We sat outside and stuffed our faces and watched all the families taking out the mommys for her special day.
Went back to the hostel, and had tea and cake. Spent the rest of the night on the roof and on the computer. Typical sunday.

Today, i had a day off, so i spent it rolling around in bed until 1 oclock. Did some errands, like the oh-so-exciting grocery shopping. Looked for flats online. Went to a huge music store and was lured by the shiny trombones. There was so much sheet music there, it was like a library!
I made a surprisingly delicious butternut chickpea curry thing for lupper.
Then i took these pictures! I've been meaning to take nighttime pictures of fed square and the yarra - but usually im so tired after work ( when its dark ).











clearly the most important picture.... ' get carried away' GET IT?!
the english guys ( talking about steak...boring)
harrison and adrian ( talking about how fucked harrison was the night before )
kate( talking about putting money in our back pockets )
me, doing the oh-so-original 'me photographing me' thinnng
notice my new beret and my tattered brown jumper ( hoody ) that has formed holes in the elbows but i still insist on wearing it.

I was a zombie, halfway to being a cyclopes

I promise to have a post soley of photographs soon. There are reasons to come with the abundance of words and lack of pretty pictures.

It has been a week since i had conjunctivitis, yes, pink eye. For those of you who know, it is common for my left eye to go red and ugly for a few days about once a month. When I woke up early thursday morning, i was wondering why i was crying...I went to the toilet and looked in the mirror to see my eye was puffier than usual and pretty red.
I was pissed off and went to bed with some tissue to collect the tears automatically running out of my ducts. Cursing myself, i went to bed promising myself that this time i actually had to see a doctor, i really needed to get drops.
I jerked awake at 8:30, worried about missing work or being late ( luckily i had a half day and was starting at 10). Then i became aware of how sticky, sandy, and sore my left eye felt, i looked at sorcha and said ' how bad is my eye'. The espression on her face told me everything. I leapt off of my top bunk to look in the mirror and almost started crying, maybe i did and mistook tears as this annoying eye juice.
My eye was blood red, burgundy almost. There were clustered red veins everywhere, and when i gently pried apart my tennis ball of an eye, it was like i hit the jackpot. Whenever I even slightly moved by eye, it hurt so much; imagine sand and asphalt and tiny razors tucked away evenly underneath your eyelids and every time your eyeball shifted they ground at your eyeball.
At first glance, people thought i was punched in the eye because the skin around it was so swollen and red. I could barely see out my left eye, because it was open 1/3 of the right one.
I was a zombie, halfway to being a cyclopes.
Carrying around tissue all the time because every few minutes i would have to dab the streaming liquid from my eyes.
The extreme conjunctivitis lasted 3 days. It only started to loose it's puffiness after that. And it was only yesterday that the redness began to fade.
I finally look back to normal, but feel ripped off after going to the hospital and having to pay 150 dollars just to have a consultation with the doctor.

Now that I've made your eyes water, i'll get on with what i have been up to - which is short and simple.
Thursday night, i was supposed to go out and celebrate Claire's birthday...unfortunately I was bedridden, too embarrassed to walk around the hostel ( sunglasses make you look sketchy past sunset) and too in pain to do anything else. Adrian set me up with some veggies and dip, and i set up camp for the night with some movies. I watched The Usual Suspects and The Notebook.
Friday I spent pitying myself and pretty much lounging around and hiding from new people i might have to explain what happened to my eye to.

Saturday Rhys came back, and i was reallly excited to see him. Everyone was! We (me, kate, duffy, rhys) went to that max brenners, willy wonka like, coffee place and did a bit of shopping. Kate Duffy disappeared to drink at Paul's and I took a much needed nap. My eye wasn't looking soo horrendous saturday night, and i was almost crawling the walls with boredom. I straightened the hell out of my fringe and did my best to make it cover my eye.
I caught a tram to meet up with duffy, and when i got there cam and Krissy were there. As the night went on more of the greenhouse crew came, and friends of theirs came. We had quite the impressive little group outside the builders that night. A fun night, but every time i went to the toilet, the reflection of my zombie eye in the mirror caught me off guard.
And can you guess, I spent almost all of sunday in bed hungover! Watched some awards show. Ate a little falafel. Watched a little Prestige. You know how it is.

I had an errand to run that morning, so i woke up at 8 o clock which felt like a cruel punishment. I was supposed to go to work, but eye was still not in the best condition.
Wed and Thurs I worked both mornings at the cafe. It's really fun how many visitors i get from the greenhouse :)
Last night I was waiting to catch a tram, and stupid me was kind and allowed this sketchy looking guy to sit next to me by edging over. I was pulling the 'im listening to music so dont bother talking' thing by wearing unplugged headphones and tapping my foot to invisible music. He insisted on asking me questions, until i drove it home that im not interested in chit chat.
He stared me the rest of the sit, then on the tram. I was forgetting about how creeped out i was, until he passed me a crumpled up paper that said ' will u B? my f.r.i.e.n.d' with his phone number on the back. I called my friend immediately to have them meet me at the stop.
The one time i'm nice. Well that won't be happening anymore...