Maybe I'll post this here and not on facebook

To be honest I started this blog so I could follow the insane ramblings of three of my dearest friends but fuck it I'll post something what the hell...this from last night:

Just another drunken mistake, another nightmare that keeps you awake.

I can't decide if that lyric is terrible or not. So I'm seeing the ducks play the hurricanes tonight in north carolina which in itself shoul be awesome. However there are several aspects of this fact that suck quite a large amount of hairy man balls.

Firstly you want to know what I'm doing right now? Either way I'm gonna tell you. I'm sitting in the Wendys down the road from the rbc centre with 3 hours to wait until the game starts. This is following a 3 hour greyhound trip from Richmond which in itself comes the day after a particularly bumpy flight back from New York. I mean on the one hand this is kinda good because it gives mean good sense of when to head to the stadium. That said theres only so long I can nurse the combo I already ordered before I have to get something else or else I'll start to look homeless...

It's worth mentioning at this point that my mood has been lifted somewhat by the fact that my iPod is on shuffle and 'breaking free' from high school musical has just come on. Currently fighting the urge to get up and sing both parts!

I do miss lauren alot right now which brings me to the second reason this adventure is sucking right now. My thanksgiving break in NY was straight awesome. I was treated to my first thanksgiving dinner courtesy of laurens family which I must say I thoroghly enjoyed! I also got to sit and watch a whloe load of noggin...though that brings the dilemma of whether I prefer 'pinky dinky doo' or 'maggie and the ferocious beast'. I do however know that I'm straight terrified of 'yo gabba gabba'! I've decided I'm in love with New York city if only for the toys r us that brought us sooo much joy!

Why the he'll did siggy not get credit before he left for thanksgiving break...I despair for that boy. The reason this complicates things is because I am supposed to be meeting him here and have noooo way of getting in touch with him which is a bit of a pisser if I'm honest! Still I'm sure it will work out...maybe. I'm hoping lauren's gonna call me in a bit so I'll have something to do as opposed to quietly typing into my iPod like some sort of crazy person.

My taxi driver from the greyhound station was awesome! His first words when I got into his cab were "my rice is banging, food's good for you, way better than just alcohol'. He had a thick Nigerian accent and we discussed at length the awesome features of food, booze and Barack Obama...I was sad to leave him :-(

Well there are more people here now than there were when I first got here, given that the only people here when I got here were...well, me shaped and made of me. The tabel almost next to me has four policemen on it and they were giving me shifty looks cos I kept staring at their guns...kinds love guns, I'm a bad European.

Wait, phone call.

The boys in blue are now trading strories about people they've arrested/tasered/shot so I've got my headphones in and I'm pretending not to listen but in truth I am, it's awesome. Oh the phrase 'when he got hit he was wiggling like a stuck pig' just got used. From what I can make out they seem to be discussing a guy who managed to cut his own finger off whilst threatening someone with a knife. Apparently when they caught him he had no health insurance so they couldn't reattatch the finger so they "threw it in the trash, patched him up and sent him to jail"! Cops in America are sadistic yet strangely awesome! That said after my earlier run in with a certain precinct in Pennsylvania I'm reluctant to ever come close to messing with them.

So it's now almost 5 o'clock I've been here an hour and a half and have probably at least another hour to wait. Still on the first combo though...score. That said the staff are starting to give me odd glances, shit, may have to order a milkshake or something!

It's just occurred to me how this little ramble started (something diabolical by bloodhound gang is suuuch a goo song...it just came on) I was looking over that line of lyrics and just realised I typed that 63 days ago. I've been in this country a fucking long time. I'm just under three weeks out from my departure and my journey back to sunny England and while there's alot I'm looking forward to about going home I'm really going to miss this funny, (not so) little country. I've made some amazing friends in Richmond who I'll be very sad to leave indeed and while I'm sure Australia is going to be amazing I can't help but wonder what another semester would have brought...I would imagine many more flights to New York heh!

Fuck I would give anything to exchange my iPod for my laptop and wendys for starbucks right now. You can sit for hours typing in starbucks and feel strangley cultured, rightly or wrongly. The same cannot be said of wendys! Plus it I had my laptop I could just watch peep show which, much like warm copies, would make everything better.

I've been milking this note for an impressive amount of time now though I fear I'm running out of stuff to talk about. I'm slowly starting realise (no a please) why people keep diaries. Before I never really got it. I mean I understood the principle and the theraputic reasons why but it never really clicked with my. It's like telling yourself a storey but you already know how it ends. I don't mean this in a way that makes it pointless but more comforting, like rewatching a movie you love, like love actually (what a film). The trouble with this is I'm usually too lazy to even tell myself a storey and would much rather veg put and watch an old favorite...or porn!

So wheredo I go from here. There's a bunch of lists I need to make including things me and lauren are gonna do when she gets to englad...does legoland definately close in the winter? If so, balls. In really hoping for a call from siggy so he can swoop in and save me from this fast food purgatory but I fear I won't be hearing from him till the inevitable 6:30 rolls around.

Well it's 6:08 and I'm outside the NBC centre and siggy will be here in a bit. So here endeth a rather epic note...unless something else goes wrong so all that's left to say is GO DUCKS! (quietly)