In my almighty procrastination skills (I might even call myself a procrastimaster as Anna, I believe it was, put it), I will update all my loverly readers on recent ongoings (all 1.5 of you, I'm sure).
Last week on Wednesday was a glow party at Illawarra with a lineup of good DJ's and partly a birthday party for Jen and some other kid. We went super early to avoid the ridiculous cover charge (we are super cheap), and hung out. It was fun - good music, and the glow theme was cool. They had glow in the dark body paint, so of course I got my arm painted, and with the addition of about 10 glow bracelets/necklace was very colourful.
They also had a promotion going on for Jager, and if you bought a Jagerbomb you got this little scratch-off card where you could win something. Tim bought us each one (which was awesome btw) and won 2 keychains and a t-shirt from his 7 cards. Now, this shirt was awesome. I had to have one. It was black with giant orange lettering spelling out JAGERMEISTER on it. And guess what? I scored one. Makes me look like an alcoholic, perhaps yes, but awesome nonetheless. The best part about it was that I got it without ever actually buying one drink for myself (which gave me a losing scratchoff card), taking that card and putting it on top of 4 of Tim's old cards, telling the lady I had bought 5 drinks and hadn't won anything, and she gave me a pity t-shirt. So pumped ahaha.
Thursday was more or less uneventful except that Matt came down for a coffee break and we went and sat in a coffee shop on Crown Street drinking hot chocolate and eating wedges with sour cream and sweet chili sauce (I'm gunna miss that stuff). I had to leave pretty quickly to go print off my lab and turn it in during my lecture, but it was nice. As it turned out, I had absolutely the most stressful time printing my assignment, walked into class half an hour late, settled in, and the fire alarm went off. So instead of not being able to turn in my assignment for being late it didn't matter anyways... ho hum.
So a bunch of dead glowsticks and a few days later, we had intentions of going back into Sydney for another Extreme Adventures party at the Gaff, but me and Katie weren't really feelin it, so we ended up just hanging out pretty much. The next day we did end up going into Sydney, shopping for some long-sleeve shirts, grabbing dinner, and oggling the opera house which is all lit up with giant projectors for the Vivid Festival here.
Priyanka, whom I had met in Melbourne but lives in Sydney, came back to the Gong with us and spent the night. The next morning we walked down to City Beach and were greeted by absolutely MASSIVE waves. The beach was kind of gross actually - the first time I've really ever seen a beach here have junk and trash on it. It had obviously been washed up and since it's been cold and gross, nobody has been at the beach to probably even notice. That day was no exception of course, as it was grey, cloudy, and spitting on us occasionally. There was nobody on the beach, but we noticed a few surfers near the rocks where the waves were particularly huge, and then noticed the huge crowd of people up top near the lighthouse just watching them surf and the big swells. We climbed up to the rest of the people and joined in for a bit. I've never really thought of surfing as a spectator sport but it was one that day haha. As we later found out (and had suspected from the sheer numbers of people there), there was a cyclone/major storm warning in effect, and of course that meant huge waves. Though, we have noticed that in the past two weeks or so the waves have been humungoid on and off; maybe it's just the time of year or something.
I wish that picture did those waves justice. Imagine a tiny surfer in that wave like a fourth its size. In any case, we left the surfers and walked past both lighthouses, and down to North Beach where there were significantly more surfers (and I suspect safer conditions). We contemplated going to the botanic gardens near uni which I haven't explored yet, but we decided gardens are less than fun in the rain and backtracked a bit and headed for a little fish and chips place near the beach. Probably the best fish and chips I've had since I've been in Australia. I don't know if I've mentioned this anomaly before, but I absolutely detest fish. And yet I've had fish and chips here numerous times. Why? Because it's made out of shark and apparently I love shark. Yummm. I've probably gotten more omega-3's in the past 3 months than I have in my whole life! hardy-har. But yes, so shortly after deliciousness Priyanka headed home and we trundled off to work on homework and such, making the rest of that Sunday significantly less fun.
Monday marked the last week of classes, and even then I didn't have a bunch of them. Where did all the time go? I found myself thinking today as I walked to my last class that it literally feels like yesterday that the five of us were bumbling around campus the day before orientation trying to figure out our way around so we wouldn't get lost the next day. Normally I'm so ecstatic for the last day of class, but as I tried to get myself pumped up for it, I just couldn't really muster the gusto. It doesn't feel like it's been a whole semester, and even with that the time that I've been at uni didn't feel like work. I loved every minute of it, even when bored in lecture or dealing with rancid cream in lab (ok, maybe I didn't love that one...). The point is that for once in my life I couldn't manage to be excited for the end of a semester.
Tonight was our farewell dinner, so Matt came down again and took us to Hog's Breath just around the corner per our request. There weren't many people there, and the reservation was definitely unnecessary, but we definitely got treated and the food was delicious. I got garlic mushroom steak which was probably the best steak I've had in a really long time, it was so good. It was a good time and hanging out with Matt is always pretty fun. It turned out to be a real downer though when Matt said goodbye and I realized I'll never see him again. He's the first person I've had to say goodbye to, and it just made me finally really start thinking about the fact that we are leaving really quite soon. I have a feeling that my last couple weeks abroad are going to be sad ones and I have to say goodbye and come to terms with the fact that I do have to go home. I do miss people at home, and I'm excited to see everyone, but I sort of just want to go home for a week and then turn around and come back here. I'll try to put off thoughts of leaving for now though. After all, I'm leaving for New Zealand tomorrow morning (at the buttcrack of dawn for another adventure)... and of course not to mention the paper I have to finish before then...
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