Top 4 Things I Like About Australia

1. The gorgeous weather - it hasn't been below 75 here yet!!
2. The accent - while it can sometimes be annoying, it's usually rather cute. I'm picking up some of the slang unconsciously now... "wanker" "dodgy" etc.
3. The casualness - I haven't met anyone impenetrably uptight.
4. Being different - It's interesting to be on the outside looking in sometimes.

Top 4 Things I Hate About Australia
1. Racial Bigotry - I have run across so much blatant racist talk about Aborigines here. It's common and accepted. It's how I imagine America about two hundred years ago.
2. Homophobia - When I get home, I'm goiing to kiss the steps of Demarest. People here need to loosen the fuck up about this. Now I know how it feels to be silenced, for fear of physical retribution. It hasn't happened yet, and I'd like to keep it that way.
3. The Suburbs - this is a problem that is of course not unique to Australia, but being stuck in them and having to walk 45 minutes to see a friend is bloody annoying, particularly at night.
4. Cost - EVERYTHING here costs money. I need to pay an extra 17 dollars a month for a 500 meg download quota. Everything here is more expensive, and since the American economy isn't booming anymore, things here are MUCH more expensive than the exchange rate should indicate. Everything needs to be shipped in.

I was over Don's house tonight, and I really like Don. He's a good guy, and he's really nice about letting us use his stuff, play his video games, what not... but the things that him and Ruben were saying about Aborigines... man, see above. It drives me crazy. Though they weren't unreasonable about it. It was jokes mostly, but behind every joke there's a hint of honest sentiment. When I responded that the problems that Aborigines have stems from a systemic destruction of their culture that echoes through their society even today, Ruben shut up and Don almost agreed with me (or at least didn't disagree with me). It's aggravating you know? When I'm confronted with racism like this, it's like the person immediately grows horns and turns evil and ugly and it makes me sad.

It just makes me really sad.

2:07 AM

Okay, this post has some changes in it. Some names are changed to protect identities, and if that doesn't make sense to you right now, it will by the time you're done. Bold indicates a changed name.


I had a really good time tonight, and had a really strange encounter. First, I went to the Gangster Soiree at Jen’s house, which was fun. Most people were dressed up, and me in my pleather poly button down and green army pants looked pretty out of place, but still, I felt groovy and no one made me feel like I was on the outs. So I had a blast. Gavin gave me a ride back to uni and I grabbed my records and walked to Alicia and Lauren’s house. They said it was close. They lied. I walked for about an hour. Luckily, PJ had brought a ton of Red Bull so I slugged down two quick and had more than enough energy to dance my ass off to Don’s hard house. I don’t think I’ve danced that hard since the B&W tile room in the Limelight. I love it and I really miss it.
So a bunch of us were hanging out with this girl Mary, and we were talking about clubbing, and it came up that I went to the Beat, and JACK, this cute guy, asked if it was a gay club. Lauren cut in and said, “Only on some nights.” and I jumped in and said “I went on a gay night. The crowd was really open.” I sort of felt like people were pulling away from me. I guess it was just me, because JACK said that he wanted to see if this guy he didn’t like was still asleep on the porch (we both saw him passed out, pissed as a newt, a few minutes ago). And he wasn’t there, and this area is kind of away from other people.
He asked me if I was gay. I told him that I was bi. He said he was bi too. Then he tried to kiss me and grab my crotch. Now I liked it. Now he was cute. But while on some level I wanted to, I just can’t justify in my mind hooking up with a random guy that I just met. We ended up just talking, and it was nice. He was pretty straight up, and by straight up, I mean he asked me to have anal sex with him. To say that he’s really curious would be an understatement.

He said he wasn’t out to his friends, and was afraid of what they would think. He told me that he had sex with a transsexual, and that he liked playing with “its dick.” And such. So it was pretty interesting. Unfortunately, his friends came by. His friends were really cool though, so that was okay. I was just hoping to get a chance to talk to this guy. I wanted to help him out. He asked for my number, but because I don’t have it memorized, I couldn’t give it to him, and I guess that probably sounded like an excuse to him. I didn’t want him to think that. I told him to give me his number at some point before the end of the party.


Ah, I guess I was just looking for a friend who’s doing and going through a lot of the same stuff that I’m going through. After his friends came by, and we all sat around and shot the shit for a while, Robbie went away with Lauren.
After that whole thing, I think he was trying to pretend that it didn’t happen. I wanted to talk to him some more but he didn’t seem all that interested. I think the boy has some issues.
He also did this jackassy thing, like the guy on the porch whom he didn’t like, he slapped him really hard when he was passed out. I think he was just trying to escape what just happened a few minutes ago.
Afterwards, the party progressed pretty normally. I got Don’s number and he made me promise to coem over and play Neo Geo (he has a whole ton of cabinets) or he’d “kick me out of EAS.” He was a bit drunk. He’s a fun guy. J He also told me that he wants John and I to create our own EASes back in our hometowns. It’s kinda funny to think about it. He has a lot of faith in us, I think.
Stuttering John (no not THE Stuttering John, just the nice Jewish one I’ve met here) and I got a cab home. We hucked his bike in the back and got home quick.

I am now known as "the sick guy." I got so sick yesterday that Sujoy, the groundskeeper guy, and a random landscaper dude had to help me walk down the stairs. I was so sick I couldn't walk. I just woke up and was so sick that rolling over made me throw up. I thought I had meningitis and I almost got an ambulance to come via the Australian equivalent of 911 (which is 000).

After one of my acquaintances died of meningitis in November, and I had read some really scary stuff about it, I was really freaked out. I've never went to bed feeling A-OK and woke up that sick.

On a two minute drive down the road to the doctor's, I think I threw up like five times. The doctor had to give me a shot to reduce the nausea. It was intramuscular and hurt so much I think it could've knocked an elephant out of a coma.

But I feel a lot better now, good enough to tell it all to you over this ol' blog.

I managed to miss two rehearsals and two classes! Yay for sickness.

Peace for now kids.

Why is it that girls manage to convince me of just how awesome they are right before they tell me that they have a boyfriend?

First, Tara tells me how the first album she bought was Siamese Dream. Then she tells me how she loves the Cure. Then she tells me how her boyfriend's roommate has the greatest hits albums.

Ah, I hate my life. I think I'll just become an ascetic monk somewhere, and forget all my bodily needs. Because it's all an illusion after all right?

And people wonder why I play RPGs. There's at least a chance of the hero winning in those.

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Thanks for tuning in. Here's the latest:

Woke up early today, around 11:00 AM. It's funny how I wake up most days around 8:00 or 8:30 AM and that would've been utterly inconceivable back home at Rutgers. Maybe Australia is having a positive impact on me after all. Anyway, I got a haircut today. Don't panic, I just cut off about three centimeters. Goodbye split ends, go visit Donny Osmond and Janet Jackson's left boob in obscurity.

Went to Intro to Drama 1000 early today, sat in the back. Simon, Julia, and Tara all sat next to me. It was nice to have people come to me. Makes me feel like I really have some groovy friends here. :) I spoke to the stage manager of the Laramie Project, and we'll be rehearsing 3 nights a week. So including The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, that's 6 nights a week of rehearsal. After this semester, CAP, Cabaret, RCPC, and LTC must ALL FEAR AND CAST ME FOR I AM THE UNSTOPPABLE REHEARSING MACHINE! :) Well, if I survive...

After class, I walked and talked with Tara, reconfirmed our little coffee date on Tuesday, and walked on over to Creative Writing: Poetics.

Biggest mistake of the day. That was motherfuckin' PAINFUL. I think my professor Martin Duwell may very well be a karmic punishment for some nasty shit I did in a past life. The poems he brings to class are great, but he's arguably the WORST lecturer I've ever studied under. Thank god this was my last week with him, and next week we go into small workshops under Bronwyn Lea, who is both interesting and easy on the eyes. They're also only 90 minutes long, as opposed to 3 bloody painful hours of grotesque torture.

So that's the latest, thanks for tuning in, kids!
And remember, every time you masturbate, god chops the head off a kitten
and doesn't even care.

Please.

Think of the kittens.