Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Day to Day

Can you find my scary ghost face in the reflection?

The annoying parrots outside of our window that squawk in mornings and wake us up.

Darling Harbour





Nothing exciting in the past few days so I’ll just talk about day to day stuff.

We haven’t had much luck finding a job. We also didn’t put all that much effort into it. But in our defense, who really wants to hire someone who can only work for less than 3 weeks? So we ended up emailing our resumes to a guy with a promotions company. A girl that lives in our building works for them and said it’s really flexible and they’re always looking for people. You do stuff like hand out laundry detergent samples at grocery stores…easy enough and it pays pretty well. We’ll see if anything comes of that.

We’ve been getting to know the people in our building and they’re pretty interesting. There are a bunch of Irish guys that are really nice. At least I think they’re nice…I can’t understand anything they say. One of them is named Cormick. How perfectly Irish is that? I don’t know his last name but I hope it’s McCormick. Scott from Scotland is gay, hilarious, and always wears a plaid scarf. He filled me in on what’s going to happen in the Sex and the City sequel. Then there is a group of Canadian guys who are friends from home and traveling together. Two of them got drunk the other night and decided it would be a good idea to give each other Mohawks. One of them can kind of pull it off and looks pretty normal but the other looks a little bit like a white supremacist. Poor guy. The Canadians have a friend named “Jesus” (he has long hair and a beard) who hangs out here during the day but sleeps in his car at night. I have no idea what his real name is. Sometimes Jesus brings over his Xbox and all the boys play video games. I’m confused as to why he would have an Xbox if he lives in his car. There are also some British girls, a guy from Oklahoma and a girl from Florida but they haven’t done anything funny yet.

Day to day we haven’t been doing much. We run by the beach in the mornings and then have breakfast on the roof. Then we usually pick an area of town and just walk around. The other day we went up to the top of the Sky Tower. It had really great views of the city and it was easy to recognize all the areas of town, which was cool. Yesterday we walked around The Rocks and looked in the shops. We also went the Museum of Contemporary Art. They had an exhibit on a Japanese artist who did some painting but also soft sculptures and even rooms with mirrors and lights and water. They had some books about her and some biographical stuff and she seemed like a really interesting lady. Her stuff was definitely the highlight. Some of the stuff was a little too “contemporary” for me; like putting the alphabet on canvas and calling it “unwritten literature.” How profound...not. Sorry but that’s not art. Overall the museum had a lot of interesting stuff though.

The building house managers are changing so the property group is throwing a pizza party for us tonight so everyone can meet them. Considering my current financial situation, I’m always in favor of free food but how about a “clean our disgusting building party” or a “fix the wireless internet party?” Those sound like better ideas to me. I wonder how horrified the new house managers will be about what our building looks like and if they’ll be stricter about people cleaning up after themselves.

It’s raining today so I’m watching a movie in our room. It’s hard to do much when it’s raining because you still have to get wet walking to the bus or the subway. It rained yesterday a little bit but cleared up in the afternoon and I saw the most perfect rainbow I had ever seen. It was SO bright, you could see every individual color and it was an entire arch like little kids draw, not just half. I thought it was going to start raining Skittles. That would have been somebunny’s dream come true. I would have taken a picture but we were about to get on the bus and then by the time we were off the bus it was gone.