Cultured Milk

I don't think I can do one more culturally reflective paper at this point in my life. Culture, to me, seems like something that happens to you, whether you know it or not. It seems like something that you can't help but be immersed in because you have no choice to start doing things the way everyone else is doing things, or else be conscious enough to know that you've chosen to maintain your own habits.

Culture is... everywhere. There, that's my two cents for the day.

What's happened in my life that's worth sharing? I miss home. Really really do. But at the same time, Sydney and I were thinking about the first morning when we wake up in our own beds, walk into our own kitchens and sit down at our own tables with our own family and realise that the last five months of our lives were spent in a different country, and in one night, they've vanished completely.

I think I'll sob.

Yaaayyy happy thoughts.

Syd and I also spent about an hour looking through pictures we have and playing sad music and shedding tears. Why, you ask? I don't know, because women are strange creatures who may, at times, be completely illogical.

So...in a week I'm flying to Melbourne to spend time with our dear, dear friends from the land of the Kiwis. I'm so excited I could scream and shout :D. Chris, Stuey, James, and Cam, prepare yourselves. Here's a funny thing: because we're so broke we can't eat, we saved money on the plane ticket by not checking any bags, so we're forced to fit all our luggage into a 15 pound carry-on. For a week, that'll be exciting.

Last Wednesday I did karaoke at the Orient. I never thought I would get up in front of a crowded bar and rap to Eminem, but I did. Thanks to Kelsey for playing Rihanna, it would have been weird to make that transition in the middle of the song. A few beers later, we also sang Piano Man, not very well I might add.

Thursday...Marissa and I went out to the Roundhouse with Alecea and had good talks and later made friends with some new people. Just those kinds of friends that you really only want to know for one day though, not the ask-to-hang-out-again type of friends. Sorry about it.

Friday was good. Well, not counting the entire day where I felt sick and had four classes, all of which I thought I was going to die during. Wait, sorry, except for the one I slept through. O.o  That night I played chaperone for a few of the girls. You see interesting things when you're the one off to the side just observing the commotion. I saw another streaker, for those of you who read my blog about the Freo Dockers' game. One of my friends suggested that I might even attract people of this type? Which is a disconcerting thought. I also made friends with the club photographer, who let me handle his camera for a while and take some shots. Future career? Maybs.

Oh, forgot to mention that we made friends with an older man who looked like Gerard Butler. Yeah he did, don't believe what other people say or what pictures say. That was fun. Haaaa that was actually really fun. Really good times. You'll have to ask me about it because if I type it, it's going to sound like a weird experience. A bit creepy, in fact.

Yesterday I ate a whole pizza. Highlight of my week and accomplishment of my life. Thinking about how I can make it fit on my resume. This all happened on a lovely date with the three of us girls and our wonderful little friend Elliot (aawwww). Which happened after we bussed to South Beach to visit him at work, get coffee, chat in the grass, and then do a little window shopping on the way back into town. A good, Australian-relaxed day. (Australians are pretty relaxed, in case that made no sense).

I need coffee. Here I go back to writing a reflective paper about my cultural experiences.

Oh gosh...I just gave up on life a little when I looked up "culture" on urban dictionary and came up with: "wasted on Americans"

Motivationnnn...