Oh brother why art thou on the train?

I am effectively learning to budget my grocery money.

And by budget, I mean eat less. Great, I started the day with two problems: not enough money to buy food and a belly forming as a result of the culminating junk food I've been eating... these problems are both now solved.

Well, since the loss of our kitchen, fellow P&Oers and myself have been unsure about the status of the kitchen, i.e. will it be open all the time? Will we be able to access our food? Will our food go bad? And so on and so forth. This means I haven't been buying food until I KNOW dat grub can stay safely in my nice little refrigerator box.

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Thursday, May 3
Jeremy's birthday! We (Syd, Mol and I) took the train into Perth. Like waaayy into Perth, farther than we've ever been. So adventurous! The best part was we got halfway there before we realised we didn't have any directions to where we were going, or an address or anything.
Terrible planning skills, my bad.
Lucky us, friendly Australians (and one Montana-ian) looked us up directions on their phones!
And then we look over and Molly and Sydney are like, "Hey Amanda, that guy looks a lot like Jeremy, he could be related!" So, to solve the conundrum, I approached the nice man and said, "Hey, are you related to my friend Jeremy?" Lucky for me he was, because that would have made for an awkward situation.
So that was cool.

We went out dancing, ran into my friend Cat from class who also had a nice friend with her, so we had some drinks together and chatted and danced a little. Then we said farewell and somehow, over the course of the night, we ended up on a party bus? It was a great time, everyone was having fun, but when we arrived at our destination, we realised we didn't know where said destination actually was...
Again, my navigational skills are in need of severe attention.
It's ok cuz my bff Chris came to the rescue with his handy-dandy Chrismobile and took us home.

Saturday, May 6
Went for coffee, bought a shirt. You know, because everyone needs a worn out, baggy old t-shirt to study successfully in. If you don't agree, it's because you haven't tried it, that or you weren't home schooled and you actually did your homework in real clothes. This city has incredible thrift stores and I am professionally trained in the art of bargain hunting. My coach - my bank account.

The shirt says "Mooks: Peteca Associacao". I was attracted to the colors, but after I bought it, I realised I could have unintentionally bought a shirt with a drug or sexual or other inappropriate reference (Australian lesson I've learned, number 46). So I googled it. Or had Brenna google it. "Amanda, if something bad comes up on my computer screen I'm gonna be really upset". "Heh...heh heh.."
Good news!
It's the name of a Portuguese badminton association. New favorite shirt.

Australian lesson number 47: The f-bomb is used affectionately here. Don't take it personally.