Thursday, June 29, 2006

From Beautiful Arlie Beach, Queensland.

Took a dive trip to Knuckle reef, my very first time diving!!

Aside from the fantastic pontoon we were on in the middle of the reef, the diving, glass bottom boat, and submarine ride around the reef, we also got to see some baby whales.

Back to more camping, so no internet.
Mission Beach, here I come!

Saturday, June 24, 2006
Off To Cairns

We've packed up the POS and are heading north for 2 weeks.

Don't forget me!

PS. I think this paint job would actually add value to my car.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006
8 more hours.

In in seven and a half hours i will get up, groggy and tired.
In eight hours my brother will land in Brisbane.
I am beyond excited.
The fridge and pantry are stocked.
He will be here for a month
And he is bringing a good friend.

A month.
Of two 18 year old boys, sleeping in my livingroom.
I'm tired just thinking about it!

Monday, June 19, 2006
They finally made sense

As I was walking down the street in the evening chill, it all finally made sense.

These would be perfect for this weather, I don't want to wear socks and boots, and there is no snow or slush.

I must have them in all their ugly glory.

Australians are frickin brilliant

Saturday, June 17, 2006
Alright, alright!!
Here goes:

We arrived in Sydney early in the morning after our 7am flight (apparently there is a 4:30 in the morning) and after running around the airport in our free shuttle picking up people, we arrived at our hostel.
We knew that Kings Cross was a sketchy place, but we had no idea. There was a sea of neon signs selling sex and sex related toys.
We decided dump our stuff at the "Funk House" where we were staying and get walking!
Our first stop in the rain and fog was the ANZAC memorial.The artifacts and history within the memorial were stunning and the view through Hyde park made the city look like it was in the midst's of spring instead of winter.

In search of food we stumbled upon the the hyde park barracks museum

The museum, while small provided an amazing amount of information and fantastic artifacts from when it opened in 1817. Seeing the difficulty that faced those that first settled here was frightening and amazing that they the artifacts still existed (more mouse bones then I would have liked but whatever).

After our walk we decided the CBD was the place for food. A quick Kebab and we were back on our feet to Darling Harbour, and little did we know there was a huge Jazz festival going on!

The coolest thing ever has to be the pontoon stage, in the middle of the Quay. We sat and listened to some African jazz before moving on the second of three stages and a little shopping in the mall (we bought art!) and then onto the third stage and a walk through the Chinese Peace Garden.
One more classic jazz stage and it was time
for dinner in China town.

A dumpling dinner was the best call for us, as we weren't feeling that adventurous. We didn't realise when we sat down, but we were sitting under a flat screen TV that was airing the World Cup game. I thought they were just amazed at how many dumpling my fat ass was able to pack in!
After our dinner it was a quick train ride back to Kings Cross (what a difference at night time!) and then back to Darling Harbour for a mini pub crawl with Loz.

While no pictures of our encounter exist to protect the innocent, let me just say that Loz is one cool gal. If she and I lived in the same city I think we would be fast friends (not that we aren't now). Her expertise of the city meant we were able to hit up some great bars and even got a ride home! She did lock her doors right after dropping us off, which was a tad distressing. We crashed in our cold hostel room sans hookers and with multiple layers of clothes to protect us from the rampant STDs living in the sheets.

In the morning TFG was a sweetie and ran out to get coffee and a "Pie Face" Pie.

Little did he know, but at 7:30 in the morning, all the hookers are out on the prowl, and they are the only ones there. TFG, not being a patron of their services, and it being very early was silly and went to a bank machine. They were like flies to honey. He made the mad dash back the hostel and refused to leave again without me.

We then made our way down to the Central Quay, walking through the Botanical Gardens.
It was still rainy and gross (I could have used a pair of mittens) so we decided we should do a tour of the Sydney Opera House. I didn't realise this, but the opera house is actually three different buildings and can't house a large scale opera! After a fantastic thirty minute tour of buildings, we took a stroll through the central quay and over to "The Rocks"

We got this beautiful view of the bridge and went through the markets, picking up little gifts for our family.
We watched extravagant candy being made and had some testers, but at $6 for a 50 gram bag, we weren't biting.

A quick tour through the Museum of Contemporary Art, and a look at an exhibit by Sam Taylor-Wood of crying actors and it was back to the hostel.

A quick rest and it was time for a walk around the Kings Cross Area, outside of the two block radius around Darlinghurst road contained some of the most beautiful houses we had seen!

The sun peaked only to set, and we caught a glimpse of light against the high rise apartments across the water, and a little rainbow.
We were in a park with lovely ponds and gold fish bigger then my head.
They were a little odd.

After a quick dinner (not goldfish) we were off to an IMAX movie (I love those things, and it was in 3D no less).

Our Adventures to Manly to come, I must be off.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Knitty Kitty Went to Sydney

and she took 240 pictures/videos.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The coming of the bloggers
Yours Truly and The fabulous Loz from Oz are meeting.
Hilarity will ensue.
And hopefully copious amounts of alcohol.

Oh, did I mention TFG will be there?

In the meantime I've realised that I'm a kickass teacher, and thats always fun.
That and I love TFG even if he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Alright, I have to ask, am I the only one pissed off about
Paris Hilton putting out an album?
I mean honestly, I can avoid her music by not listening to the radio (easy) and not watching MTV and the like (super easy) but I can't avoid all forms of television on the chance they might show her bony ass rolling around the sand in her bikini (stupid morning news show).
Forget the sacchrine lyrics that mean nothing (honestly "stars are blind"?!? WTF?!) or the fact that she can't sing, it's that if she wasn't a Hilton her album never would have been made, she never would have been able to afford the plastic surgery to make her look human and chances are she would be a crackwhore.


P.S. after writing this I discovered this and had a giggle

Sunday, June 04, 2006
For Todd

Confused? See Here

Saturday, June 03, 2006
I knew it!
Brokeback by the bell

Friday, June 02, 2006
Groundskeeper Willie

The campus of my school has a few quirks.
There is the campus dog who runs around all hours of the day, living off the food the students leave or give him, there is the horse who showed up today and there is Groundskeeper Willie.

Well, he isn't really Groundskeeper Willie. He is a redhead with a thick scottish accent, but the resemblance ends there. See, Willie is a half decent guy (remember the wee turtles?) and doesn't swear as often as our janitor.
He actually makes me long for the Simpsons version, because then I could listen him make fun of the principal, who in true administrative, slimy-car-salesmen fashion, is a total douche.

This weekend is going to be superfun, with me frantically writing an essay and webpage so that I can party in Sydney next weekend.

2 more weeks and I will be a much better blogger, I swear.

Thursday, June 01, 2006
I got nothin

I'm tired.
I'm spent the week having to listen to people singing and dancing about jesus much to my discomfort. I think religion is a private thing between you and whatever god you choose to believe in. I don't think that religious groups should be allowed to come in and waste teaching time so that an evangelical group can come in and sing and dance about Jesus loving them. Thats what the catholic and other religious education systems are for.

Practice teaching is fantastic but I'm learning all about how different departments go to war to get "bums in the seat" and keep their funding up. 2 such departments are the ones TFG and I work in and the Heads of Department are using our relationship to get dirt on each other.

Not cool.

I'm going to go pour myself a drink.

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