Blue Mountain adventures

There is no secret that I have bee super stressed about being out here. It doesn't help that I get extremely restless as well. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having lazy days. But I find the older I get, the more stimulation I need. No. Not that kind of stimulation. Well....... yeah that one too, but I mean mental stimulation. Whenever there is too much repetition, I need something to break it to keep my interest. It's the artsy side of me. But I need something. Since spring has officially sprung here in Sydney, I figure it is time to get outdoors. During the day. Sober. And being stuck in the house while I have 5 unwanted days off in a row, is by far the most unpleasant thing I can think of. I mean that and having 5 unwanted days in a row off.

Anyway, today has been the nicest day in a long time. so I had decided to go to Blue Mountain. Now I have been trying to go for the longest time. And since I could not help or change my unfortunate situation with my job. Which I am slightly hating less and less by the way. I have decided to quit complaining when I can't work and go on day adventures. Because I'm tired of bitching about the same fucking thing over and over. And in reality, it is a blessing in disguise. This gives me the best opportunity to see Australia on a budget. If I get up early enough, I can make a whole day out of it. Even if I have to travel over 2 hours to go see some good shit. Or mediocre shit. Or just to get out of the city in general.

Which is what I did today. Now by public transportation, Blue Mountains is about 2 hours and 50min. At least coming from where I live. The train from the city to the Blue Mountain area alone is about 2 hours. Fine. I like trains. The views going into the country are absolutely beautiful. So this morning, I got up at 8am. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. All giddy to finally get out of the damn city. And hopefully see a kangaroo. LOL. I leave the house to walk to the train station at a little past 9:30 this morning. Had my music blasting. Just enjoying every moment about my start of the day. Get to the train station, realized I was at the wrong one. Like an idiot. So I leave that train station and start walking to the actual station I needed to be at. Then, just my luck, the free shuttle comes. Drops me off a couple feet away from where I needed to go. Cool. Back on track and looking gravy.

Get to the correct station, forgot which platform I was suppose to go to. I go ask for help. The attendant was extremely helpful and told me I just missed the train out and will have to wait an hour. No big deal. Can't help that I missed it. Plus, I had plenty of things to occupy my time with. Awesome. Finally get on the train. All nice and cozy and shit watching the beautiful scenery. An hour into the train ride ride, there is an announcement from the conductor saying the train was terminating. Something about the tracks were broken. So everyone gets off and walks over to the shuttle buses. Which everyone did not fit on, but we already knew that was going to happen. Those of us who were unable to get on the first 10 buses had to wait. We ended up waiting for about 30 min.

The bus ride was 45 min to one stop of the Blue Mountain National Park. We get there and everyone is asking so many different questions about how to get to the same place. Now I had my GPS on the entire time, which I later found was a huge mistake. But I got super confused and decide to listen to my GPS. So I had to get back on the train that was apparently fixed after we got on the shuttle bus. Another 20 min. Get to my final stop and my phone dies. At this point, it is around 2:30 pm or so. I was so frustrated that I could not seem to figure out how the fuck to get to the National park. UGH. So I stop at this restaurant to charge my phone and get lunch. Luckily they had free wifi. Look up the directions and realized I still had to walk 30 min to the actual park.

I got to the park a little before 4 pm. Got some info and headed on my way. I must say. The whole journey to get there was soooooo worth it. It was absolutely beautiful.They had a 30 min easy walk one way. Which I naturally did. Then I realized it was just a walkway to the actual hiking part. They had medium to hard. I tried my hand at one of the medium range ones when I saw the baby waterfall. Oh lord Jesus. I lasted 20 min. That particular trail was no joke. LOL. Next time I go back, I plan on being prepared. Last time I hiked like that was when I was in Liverpool. LOL. But all in all, it was a really great day. Saw some beautiful scenery, got some exercise, and got out the city. I also got some pretty nice photos. And no. I still haven't seen a damn kangaroo.

Here are some BM photos:

 Da Baby waterfall!!!!

No new bitches

We have new flatmates! Our landlord wasted no time in finding new people. He need a fucking geography class though. He don't know where nobody is from. He apparently thinks that everyone is from fucking England. Like if you don't get your uncultured ass out of here. With his punk ass. Anyway, so we had no time to basque in the glory of having the entire apartment to ourselves. The old bitches just left. Like a few hours ago. And the new bitches moved in literally an hour after the last flatmate left. And we weren't even here when this happened. Granted, I wanted to wait until the last Flatmate left when we weren't there. Cause then I could come back and throw all her food and shit away and get a chance to clean out the fridge before the new girls came. Luckily I had  30 min. They weren't home when we came back from eating and grocery shopping.

So the new girls are indeed not from the UK. They are from Scotland. One seems pretty nice, but this other bitch. I feel like I'm not going to like her. Because I already don't. It's funny because they are like we were when we first met the old girls. Maaike was pretty standoff-ish and I was very friendly. But then everyone finally realized I'm a hard ass bitch that knows what she wants. It's just hidden. Ok it's not at all hidden. My bitch face apparently says it all. But I can't help that. Anyway, so the other new girl also has a pretty bad bitch face. I'm pretty sure it is worse than mine. It also doesn't help that they are not that cute. However, her little attitude reminds me of the attitude that I be having sometimes. And that is why I don't care for her.

She also seem really bossy. Another very obvious attribute that I have. Like this is your first day here. Don't come up in here trying to change shit. Go sit down and let me show you the ropes. I am going to give them a chance. Because I think it would be cool for us to have cool flat parties and shit. Poppin bottles of cheap vodka. LOL. Or even going out together and having dinner and shit. Some good ole bonding time. Because at the end of the day, bitches gone need a place to stay when they come to Scotland. LOL. I don't know. I hope they are cleaner than the last girls were. Basically anyone would be cleaner than the last girls were though, to be honest. Cause them hoes was just nasty. Cool, but nasty. So we will see how they are. Keeping my fingers crossed that they are not huge bitches.

Here some photos

That one time Maaike and I tried to walk from Coogie beach to Bondi and didn't make it. LOL

Yeah. It's just a tree. But I took the picture because Maaike was taking pictures of trees and shit and I wanted to be artsy too. 

Us clearly being too Vogue for the camera. LOL. 

When hoes overstay they welcome

So my flatmates are something special. Very nice girls. But I would be lying if I said I am not excited for their asses to leave this weekend. They are just the messiest girls Iv'e ever lived with. Like how hard is it to clean up after yourself? I truly don't understand this very simple concept. I mean if you set something down in the shared space, pick it up and take it to your personal space. If you cook, wash your dishes after. Or even if you top the garbage off. Fucking take it out. Ugh. This is why I have never lived with other people. It doesn't work that well for me because I am so anal about basic living necessities.

Anyway, so one of my flatmates is from Sweden. She is my second fav roomie. Obviously my roomie that I share a room with is my number 1. Well one day, Maaike, Sherelle, and I go to this dumb ass meet and greet meeting through the program I went through to come out here. Which I am not even gonna lie, was super beneficial. I actually met a few cool people and expressed my true feelings about the program. Don't know if anything will change, but it was nice just to voice my opinion and my frustration. And they had free drink vouchers. Which I thought it was going to be like free drinks all night. And food. I thought there would be food there too. It was not.

So after this shindig, we went to dinner. We invited this one Swedish girl from the program that I work with. She will remain nameless for future blog entries about her ass. Anyway, we are all enjoying dinner in this cute little restaurant. Then I get this long ass message from our Swedish flatmate. This bitch, and I say that in the nicest way possible, has invited two of her male friends to stay with us until they find farm work. So I share this info with Maaike. And we are just dumbfounded. Now it wasn't a huge issue. Fine. I understand that we have Sherelle over all the time and Maaike has boys over a lot. But we also don't just leave them there when we are not home. The issue was that she told us that day. The day they arrived in Sydney. And the moment they got to the apartment.

Her mistake was telling me that they texted her a month ago about this. That's when I kinda flipped out. So I'm texting her back and forth about this shit. And her ruining my fucking dinner time because of this bullshit. Bitch, you do not live by yourself. You don't think it was sufficient information to tell a  bitch that you got two guys coming to stay on our couch for a few days? And she couldn't even tell me when they were leaving either. So that also pissed me off. Because it seemed like they would stay until after she left the city. And I told her that they better not be there once she moved out. Unless they were taking over her room.

So after dinner, we get home and I take a little walk with her and talk about this situation. Long story short, we worked everything out. And the boys obviously stayed on our couch. For way too fucking long. I assumed that they would stay a few days, but no. These dudes made themselves at home. They had their shit everywhere and had more groceries in the fridge than we did. They were nice. Don't get me wrong. But after spending fucking 10 days on someones couch, you got to go. They were also messy. Just like the fucking girls. I was stressing out big time. Because I already clean up after everyone anyway. I would come home from working a long as shift and just see alcohol bottles and take out bags everywhere. Just chilling like they having they own party and shit.

I was so pissed!!!!! I was already stressed from work. Then I come home and get even more stressed. Which made me sick. Which makes me a huge bitch. OK a bigger bitch. So I didn't say anything to anyone. And I just started cleaning. While they were trying to watch a movie. And I wanted them to feel bad. Like yes, I am cleaning up your fucking mess. I mean, if I wanted to clean up after people, I would have had kids. But I didn't. Then a miracle happened. I went to grab lunch one day before work. Sick and all. And I see the boys cleaning. So at first I didn't think anything of it. But I get back and the place is spotless. Their shit is all packed up and the living room looked like it once did before they came. Stopped me dead in my tracks. A bitch nearly cried from all the beauty. LOL. I was shocked and amazed. No one has ever cleaned there besides me.

So I had to say something to them. I thanked them for cleaning. And I told them they don't even understand how thankful I was. One of the Swedish boys was like, " Well we notice that you are the only who cares if it is cleaned in here or not. The other girls don't care. Which I don't understand why." I said me either boo. Me either. But now.......... We have our living room back. And it is temporarily clean. And the other flatmates leave this weekend. Still sick though. But that's ok. Because I now have this fuck this shit attitude. Yay.

Here some photos: Sunset addition!! I don't have many photos. Most are of me going out to eat and drinking. So my bad. LOL.

Confronting these hoes

Before I came to Australia, I was in therapy. I must say, it was the best thing I could have ever done for myself. I still can't thank Mandy enough for helping me find the place that I did. I feel like my therapist had really helped me. Despite our huge differences. But I have manage to use the skills that he helped me find. Which I know he would be so proud of me. One of the things he really helped me with was confrontation. Well more just telling the person they pissed me off that they pissed me off. I mean now I love it. It's so liberating. That being said, I had to have a nice talking to with a few people at work about how they need to stop treating me a certain way.

So I know sometimes I can be very irrational. It's to the point where I need to be getting paid for being a prime example of irrationality. So when I feel like someone is treating me a certain type of way, I have to take a step back and really look at the situation. And I do that by bitching to my friends and them telling me I'm tripping real hard. And I'm like, ok. You right. So when I analyzed a few situations at work, I thought oh hell no. He coming at me oh so wrong. And like I've said before, a bitch need her job.

I was working in the bar yesterday and my favorite peoples to work with weren't there. So I had to work with the boys that I don't normally work with. And the new guy. Which I absolutely love. He just started last week. Fucking hilarious. And he actually helps me to do things. Like most of the guys in the bar treat me like I am suppose to do the cleaning and all the shitty jobs. But he makes it shared work. Well him and one other bar boy. Which is why I like working with them. It makes things so much easier when I'm not pissed for being treated like a second class citizen. Then I don't have to stab nobody.

Anyway, the other two fellas I worked with yesterday kinda got under my skin. Normally I would let the anger linger then blow the fuck up. But this time, I just went to them right away. Cause I'm getting to old for that shit. I mean a bitch is pushing 30 after all. I gots to be thirty flirty and thriving! But I was focusing on the lobby, which my manager explained to me why he wanted me to focus on it. So I'm making more of effort to prioritize my responsibilities at work now. So I wasn't really behind the bar. So guy 1 would ask me to basically do his job by running drinks to the restaurant. The bar normally has 2 bartenders that stay behind the bar, a drinks runner, and a lobby attendant. So it is 4 of us in total. But the new guy and guy 2 were the ones who had to stay behind the bar. So guy 1 kept trying to tell me to run the drinks. And I'm like, naw bro. That's your job. 

Well obviously I didn't actually say that. But I did say my focus is on the lobby tonight. Which is why they brought in a drinks runner. After that, guy 1 stopped asking me to run drinks for him. Good. cause I'm not doing your job and mine. Bitch please. He had me fucked up! So then later in the evening, I was making a drink and guy 2 comes at me too sideways. Now I know what the fuck I'm doing when I make drinks right? So I'm pouring the drink and he stops me and is like, you are using the wrong alcohol. Then he pulls another bottle down and tells me the "right" alcohol to use. Right in front of all the customers. So everyone is looking at me like I don't know what I'm doing and they choose not to go to me to order drinks. I was so fucking embarrassed. 

So I let him finish helping the other customers. Then a little later I pulled him to the side and told him that I knew what I was doing when I picked up the more expensive bottle of alcohol. I said, I understand you don't work with me often, but I do know what I'm doing. I chose the more expensive one for a reason. And him and guy 1 need to stop treating me like I don't know what I'm doing. Because you are pissing me off. I've been in this damn industry longer than they have been out of fucking high school. Ok. So they need to back the fuck off and let me do what I do best. Which is make our company money. Then he felt bad and apologized. Which he should. Because you could have pulled me to the side to say that to me after I finished with the customer. Just like when a guest ask me why we had changed our policy on having tabs, and I was explaining it to him. Then guy 2 comes along talks over me to repeat the same shit I already said. So just like my favorites that I work with, I'm going to have to shut guy 1 & 2 male ego down when they talking to me. Thing 1 and thing 2 having asses. They about to make me become an unfriendly black hottie. And they will not like that and I will not give two shits.

Here dem photos doe

I found LOVE in a hopeless place. LOL. Naw. It was in Manly beach.

Me with the bae.

Getting dinner with da bitches. 

Customer service ain't easy bruh

I am really good at customer service. Like really good. But sometimes even the people who are the best at it, will get that one prick who will make them want to go to prison. This is how I felt at work yesterday. This dude was straight about to make me get my ass deported. He had absolutely no right to treat me in the manner that he did. And for me to retain my composure and not act on my feelings is proof of how much I have grown as a person. I remember once flipping out for getting a stern talking to for something I had no business doing in the first place. So to sit there and allow this ungodly treatment? Well I am glad my manager had stepped him.

So this is what happened:

Every Saturday in the Harbour, they have fireworks. Which are very clearly visible from my job. Most people like to go outside and watch them. So people leave their tables abandoned. Now normally this does not effect me because I'm never working in the restaurant. Except yesterday. I was ask to cleear and reset tables. So when everyone went outside to go see the fireworks, I tried to make a note of the tables that were empty and those who were coming back. Cool. Worked just fine for me. I knew what work I had to do. Once the fireworks ended, everyone returned to their tables as expected. So I'm coming back to the restaurant from the bar and this piece of shit human being stops me. He starts asking me why did I clear his table. Which I proceeded to say that I did not clear his table. That there were a few of us clearing tables.

I had no clue what he was trying to get at. This dick starts talking to me in a condescending way about why I shouldn't be clearing tables. Especially his. He then proceeds to insult my competence as a person because his table was cleared. Still, no fucking idea what he is talking about. So I'm standing there listening to him constantly disrespect me for something I had absolutely nothing to do with. Then he mentions his book that was on the table. Now this was the first time I have seen these guest all night. And this was my first interaction with them. So I am just absolutely clueless on what they had on their table. I also could not give two fucking shits. They are not my guest. I wasn't even dealing with guess that night. If someone needed something, I of course would help them. But for the most part, I let the servers take care of their own tables and guest. As they should.

Anyway, so he then goes on about his stupid fucking book. Speaking in a manner as if I didn't understand the word book. Like dude, first of all, I'm the only one of us who has English as a first language. So back the fuck up. Now at this point, I am struggling through apologizing for the inconvenience and am promising to go find were his book went. Yet he doesn't let me leave. He continues to sit there and say every possible insult he can think of. He finally "dismisses" me to go find his book. Now at this point, I feel my blood starting to boil. So I quickly walk away and grab a manager. The manager goes and does his manager things while I proceed to search for this damn book that he kept talking about. Mind you, he gave me no details on what it looks like. So I don't even know what I was looking for. But I eventually find it. Turns out, it wasn't even a fucking book at all. It was a planner.

I bring the book to the table and instead of a thank you, like any decent person would say, he continued to talk down to me. This fucking man was apparently not finished with the insults either. Just saying the same things over and over. So at this point, I am so fucking pissed. And it started to show on my face and slightly in my tone when I spoke to defend myself. So he then proceeds to make the insults more and more hurtful. That is when my manager physically pushed me out of the way and told me to go in the back. Which I am glad he did. I was ready to curse him out in the middle of th restaurant. And I need my job. I am out here on a visa. A bitch can't catch a case and end up on locked up abroad. I was so pissed. Sometimes when I get that pissed, I cry.

So I go in the back and I shed my tears. Not many. Just a couple to get the steam out. My manager comes back and tries to give me a pep talk on the shit that I already knew. I'm like, I not crying because what that excuse of a human said to me. No. He can go fuck himself with every rusty infected rod out there. He can go kick rocks with no shoes on, on burning asphalt in a volcano. I was crying to release my frustration over the fact that I could do nothing. I felt powerless. I have been in this industry for a long time. I know I will get people like this. But when I do, I need a minute to release my frustration. Before a bitch feel the need to pop a cap in someones ass. I don't need a fucking pep talk. I know he was trying to help, but it was so not working. And I had every right to feel the way that I did.

But that is ok. I got through it. But I knew I would. I just needed my minute. Plus, there is a special place in hell for people like that. I will personally set up the room for them. Leaving mints on pillows and shit. If you are a piece of shit like this guy was, you need not go out anywhere in public. Don't ruin everyone else's life by making them interact with you. Thanks much.

Here some photos

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Das crew. Clearly not sober.

I uh. I have no fucking idea what this is,

Chips and Eyes!!! Went to Manly today and tried something new. It was actually pretty good!

Getting your shit together is hard

So I have been on the hunt for another job. I am not satisfied of where I am with my current employer. So the best thing I can do in order to accomplish my goal for coming out here is to add another employer. It will also get me out of the bed and see some damn daylight for once. LOL. But I have been extremely stressed on a situation that I felt I had no control over. I kept thinking that I have exercised all of my options in order to get what I need from this job. Now although I have done a lot in order to better my job experience here, I know deep down inside I can do so much more.

Now I know what you are thinking. Well why not have the program you went through help you out? Yes. I've thought about that too. But after my last interaction with a certain person there about my job. I have decided that I wasted my money on this damn program and realized that I will not get the help and support I need from them. Except for one person who works there. And is super amazing. But I don't know if she can do anything from halfway across the world. She has been there for me and helped me since day 1. And honestly the the only reason why I started recommending the company in the first place. In hopes that whoever goes through with it will get her. I can go on and on about how she made this transition so much easier for me. Even when I arrived in Sydney the first day and I called her for advice and questions. The best support I've had since I started working with them.

Anyway, so since I have to figure this shit out myself, I am looking for another job. Now my other roommates both work at the same restaurant. And they are both leaving in about two weeks. So we occasionally chat and I told them about my situation at work. They so very kindly told me to apply at their job. Which has 3 different types of restaurants. Including a cafe that opens at 6:30am. So I was like, this is perfect for me because I am only allowed to work at night for some dumb ass reason. But I checked the website out and sent in my resume. Which I think looks pretty good. Yet, my roommate told me to physically go in there because they are desperate. And I'm like that's perfect because so am I. So I went in today, not knowing it was busy as fucking hell. I haven't seen business like that since the fucking Cheesecake Factory. That gave me so much hope for the future. LOL.

I met with the manager for about 5 seconds. He told me that he will look at my resume and call me next week. When I woke up this morning I was very optimistic and hopeful. But after meeting with him, I didn't quite feel so optimistic. I know it was because he was busy, but I did feel a little brushed off. Then it got me thinking. Is there something about me that is off putting to people? Like is it a physical appearance? is it my attitude? I think I'm pretty charming when I first meet people. But I will be sitting here waiting for a call. or an email. Even  though sometimes it's hard to remember and recognized, I am not a quitter. My pride and will wont let me. So I'll say some prayers and keep my fingers crossed. Shit maybe I'll do some voodoo or magic or something. Anything to get another job and get out of this funk I'm in. I want to finally truly enjoy my experience here.

Here some photos

I don't even remember taking this picture. It's somewhere in the harbour.

The view from my hostel window. LOL. I was super bored that day. But that is Central Station.

Me practicing my National Geographic photo taking. 

Da plague

It seems as if we all have the fucking plague around here. I knew that Australia had chilly weather and shit, but I feel like this is a whole other level. Everyone I know is sick. Every time I turn around, someone is hacking up a lung. Especially me. I hate being sick. But this weather got me all sorts of fucked up. I can't even sleep because I have these really bad coughing attacks. Then I feel bad because I'm sure I wake up my roomie. Who I'm like 90% sure is also ill now. I wonder if there is some sort of virus going around. Or if there is just a really gross group of people that just makes out with non sick people, just to get them sick, then it just spreads.

Although, if that was the case. If you were in a relationship and your partner got sick. You would totally be able to tell if they were cheating. Like how you get sick? Or what if everyone here has Ebola! Remember Ebola? What are the symptoms of it? You know, besides like dying and shit? I mean, I know that was the worst case scenario and shit. What's worse is that I can't seem to shake this damn cold. To be fair though, going out 5 nights a week and drinking heavily does not really help. Especially when you do it 2 weeks in a row.  But I have been eating veggies and fruits that are high in vitamin C. I even took a vitamin C pill. Because according to Caitlin King "That shit is no joke."

I'm sure if I take some medicine I will be better in no time. But there are so many reason why I'm not. 1. Because I don't want to put too many harsh chemicals in my body. I think the alcohol is enough. Thanks Gina for always making me think that. 2. I'm pretty sure you are not suppose to mix drugs and alcohol. 3. The shit out here is not like the very addicting american medicine. Where it will work really well for like 2 hours and you have to keep taking more of it to feel better. 4. I actually forgot my cold and flu medicine in America. 5. The shit is so expensive out here. I'm not paying that much money for medicine that barely works for me. Um, Wrongbitch.com looking ass.

I don't know. It would probably be better for me to get better naturally. I now understand that because I am in a different country, I have to get used to their viruses. Which are foreign to my body. Thank encyclopedia Caitlin. Always looking out for my educational needs. I've already stopped drinking and going out. Just until I get better. Granted it's only been a day. But I have been sick for like 2 weeks now. But fighting to not get sick longer. And I always drink lots of water. Making sure I get more organic and natural vitamin C from my leafy greens and citrus fruits. And get lots and lots of rest. And Maybe Lysol any person who looks like they trying to get sick around here. Oh, and no sharing saliva with anyone I don't know. Officially. Or like semi officially. I should at least know their name.

Here some photos.

Woah. Holy model status right here. 

Here is another view of Downtown Sydney.

The Chinese friendship garden. I can't wait until mid spring when all the flowers will bloom and it doesn't look dead. 

Cool bro

I know I complain a lot about my job. Even when I don't have a valid reason to be complaining about it. But I think it's fun. I mean, what else am I going to do? Work? Bitch please. But even though I complain, there are some really great things about my job. For instance, having friends at work. I know I am here to work and experience Australia, blah blah blah. But I don't care for my job or the program I went through. So when I go to work and I have friends, it makes things so much easier. I actually really like the people I work with. From the other employees to the managers. They make coming to work a much better experience. Except like 2 people I don't like. They can pretty much fuck off. 

My customers also make coming to work much better. Not all of them. I mean come on. Most people are dicks anyway. But the regulars are what I'm talking about. And they just love me so much. Which I love. I mean why wouldn't they love me though? Am I right? Anyway, yesterday one of the regulars made my night. He brought me a bottle of vodka. But not anyway vodka. He brought me a bottle of Grey Goose. I was too geeked. Now I just love alcohol in general, but expensive vodka makes me feel so damn fancy. Then there was another customer who wants to bring me a really nice bottle of champagne. I don't even like champagne, but I will take it! Cause I don't turn down the free alcohol. LOL. It was a great start to a pretty awesome night. I got to party with some pretty great people. 

So I've been out drinking many many times in my life. And I have never been kicked out of a place. Well no times that I can remember. LOL. Until last night that is. I mean not saying that I'm proud about it or anything. I just feel like I was in the crossfire right. Being a good wing man. I didn't tell the guy to get so handsy. I know I'm sexy, but damn. Simmer down. So yes. I got kicked out of the club for being too inappropriate. I'll just go ahead and add that to my resume real quick. Under the list of skills. Obviously. I never thought I would see the day that that would happen. But there is a first time for everything I suppose. 

Although, the bouncers here are actually pretty nice. I have yet to meet a mean one. They are very protective of the ladies. Which comes in handy SOOOO much. And for some reason, I swear they all look like the same person. Which I think is fucking hilarious. But seriously, they all look like the same person. Everywhere I go. Same dude. Except for like 2. And I'm pretty sure they think I'm super adorable. I don't know if it's the american accent or what. But it's working for me. I am going to milk that shit until I leave. I even throw in some heavy Wisconsin accent in there. LOL. 

Here some photos

But first. Let me take a selfie. I don't even know what the hell this thing is.

When I went to the zoo, they did have these kinds of Kangaroos. Not how I pictured seeing my first Aussie Kangaroos, but I had to settle for it.

And here is the Opera house at night. Cool story bro.