Until now I have felt weirdly pressured not to write shitty spastic blog entries on tumblr, not sure why. My last few weeks of Brisbane life have been a big pile of vomit - feels good going down but not so much coming up. I have successfully completed the mission of doing the exact opposite of what I wanted to do in Brisbane. Regardless of how much I feel like I’m literally covered in shit, I’m having a lot of fun. I’ve seen a few cool movies (Melancholia, Wake in Fright, Bridesmaids (not kidding), Paranormal Activity 3 (definitely kidding)), found a sweet secret drinking spot, had great talks with great people, discovered my new favourite drink (pineapple juice + vodka), had delicious food made for me, read books in the park, and got a sweet foot tan. The last one isn’t really fun but it is funny.
Before I came to Brisbane I always wondered what people meant by saying they learned a lot about themselves while travelling. It always sounded too airy and ‘spiritual’ for me to understand, I guess. But you know what? Fuck it, I have learned a lot about myself. I’ve learned that I have a much stronger will power than I thought; that I’m more comfortable not wearing makeup; that I can’t do an Australian accent very well; that I’m a less jealous person now; that I love smoking cigarettes & it’s so much cheaper (and badass) to roll your own; and that I don’t hate spicy foods as much as I thought I did. It’s not much but at least I can come back to Canada with something (other than silly drunk stories and a lousy tan). More importantly, though, I’m having lovely conversations with people. Conversations that are funny and enlightening and help me understand people a bit better. That’s really all that matters I guess.
This little bit at the end here goes out to my friends that have been a big help through me fucking up - Erin thanks for helping me out, Kelsey thanks for being my friend, and Matt thanks for being my constant (Lost reference), love you lots and miss you lots.
