alright, alright. I'm sorry. I've been meaning to do it, but have been postponing it because i wanted to have pictures. Due to high demand i've decided to post sans pictures.
First off I have to get to the most important thing, the Greenhouse exodus. There are many of them, but this one was a toughie. About a month back Claire tried leaving, technically she succeeded but after only a couple days realized her mistake and made mission back 'home'. We struggled with our goodbye to her, many tears were shed, only to see her in a few days time and realize that was only a dress-rehearsal for the real thing, weeks ahead. That cold hearted bitch.
This past Monday, Harrison left. He's been here for the majority of my stay here, and we got on famously. I'm sure if you look back on my previous posts you'll notice the many times he's been mentioned. On his final day we had an extended lunch ( for we knew it to be our last ) and a good cry. When we were saying goodbye to him at the bus stop, I thought i was all cried out. Until i saw him put one foot on the bus, have him look at me - lip tremble - and eyes tear up, i lost it all over again. I missed him a lot the first few days, but backpackers know the way it goes. You move on. It is still strange walking into our dorm and not having him in the bed above me.
A few others left around the same time. Lawrence and Ian. Jon, who was part of the 423 gang ( very blokey english boys ) which were always a hoot. The 423 boys have slowly deteriorated and now that is only left is Moyles and Jimmy. But with these guys, we know its not the last time we'll see them ( they can't completely detach from the hostel, they have to be weened off ).
Wet dreams. One of these weekends I had a terrible bladder infection. I mean, probably the worst of my life. And i was a moron and i felt it coming on but i went out anyways, drinking vodka cranberries using the ignorant excuse ' well there are cranberries in it, it cant be that bad'. I was punching myself in the face when i was pissing blood, blood clots, and orange urine for the next three hours. Sitting in the toilet crying wishing it would go away with every gulp of tap water i could manage.
The worst part of Urinary Tract Infections is the inability to sleep because of how irritated your bladder is. You toss and turn and try. Finally, around 6:30 in the morning i get to sleep. Hooray! Hallelujah! Hip Hip Hooray!
When i wake up, on bottom bunk, and i'm wet. Im disoriented and groggy feeling around my crotch because both blankets are soaked, my pants are wet, and my bed is damp. Well im thinking, there is no way in hell, with a bladder infection, i pissed this much. I smell it, water?
Then I see it. From the top bunk a little, solid stream of liquid is dripping onto me. I didn't jump out of bed, i slowly get out expecting to see a startled harrison coming to realization that he's wet the bed. But there he is, starfished and incoherent.
I stand there for a moment, trying to think of what to do. Should i wake him up? Should i make a big deal of it? Should i sleep on the floor? Or should i redress my bed, throw a towel down, and tell him about it when he's somewhat awake? That one.
A couple hours later, Harrison wakes me up saying 'hey hunny, y'alright?'
and very blatantly i respond ' you pissed on me last night'
'what?!'
I roll over, disinterested ' you wet the bed'
' No i didn't!' then he feels the bed and repeats oh my god, im so imbaressed a few times. Then, in his wet pants tries to get into bed with me because his 'bed is wet'. Obviously i refuse, and he tries to get into bed with Duffy.
I wake up a few hours later to Harrison back in his pissy bed.
What happened is, Harrison took two and a half pills the previous night, was rip roaring off his ass, had to be carried to bed. Out of precaution and fright, Paul Scouse and James load him with about 3 L of water. His bladder can't take it. He wets the bed.
Needless to say, my name in the hostel was Golden Showers for a few days.
Slave to the Queen. For a while there i was being fucked over by a few employers, struggling to find a balance and a steady income. I had an awful trial at a restaurant called World Bar and Restaurant. The place is wonderful, great food, i thought great staff. The two witches training me were straight from a stereotypical evil step-mother bed time story. I was like cinderella. Sigh. Oh, and i spilt a trey of drinks down someones back. I was offered the job, but refused due to the impending deal-breaker i felt coming the entire shift. Stressful.
Currently I'm part time working at a cafe/restaurant/bar called Time Out in federation square, which is like the Time Square of Melbourne. The staff are awesome, i have a great time, and it's not stressful but busy.
I have a 2 week temp job at a financial insurance company doing administration. I surprise myself at how much i actually enjoy the job. Casual days monday AND Friday. There was morning tea on friday which had fruit, cakes, pastries, pies, cheese. Mm. And my team, if could call them that, are really great. My Team Leader is such a sweetheart, and says she's going to try to find me some work after the 8th, but i'm not set on that.
Eurotrash. The weekends have become very predictable for our little group. Friday nights are usually spent drinking on the roof and passing out in bed. I usually go to Paul's house and enjoy Builder's Arm company and an abundance red wine and waking up with my clothes on.
Saturday is hyped. There is always something to celebrate. Claire leaving. Someone's birthday. Harrison/Jon leaving. This weekend it is Duffy's birthday, and we're doing something different and going to the Casino ( beautiful, makes you feel like youre in Vegas...cause i've been to Vegas ). There are tons of exciting, classy clubs in there, with a price-tag too.
And yes, I am still living in the greenhouse backpackers, dispise my many attempts to get out, i manage to get sucked back in. It's hard to find a good place to live in melbourne, it's significantly more expensive than living in Toronto. I do want to get out. But for the time being, i have a large family at the Greenhouse and there is always someone i can talk to. That's one of the things that i'm really going to miss when i go home.
As most of you know, I changed my flight details. I am no longer coming home June 16th. Or this summer, for that matter. I am coming home October the 3rd. Because I absolutely must be home for Thanksgiving :)
