Song: "Rebellion (Lies)" by Arcade Fire
May 10th
Mothers' Day
I slept in today after last night. Totally worth it. I did some attempted lab report writing. Probably some laundry.
I also found the Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg Motherlover video online. Epic stuff.
I sent momma some ecards. Daughter fail. haha. Love ya mom!
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
You've got me feeling hella good so let's just keep on dancing
Song: "Hella Good" by No Doubt
Honorary Song: "First of May" by Jonathan Coulton
May 1st
Waking up for class was massively difficult. There is nothing like staying up late doing physics to zap all energy out of your body. We made it to class, I'm pretty sure I ate nachos from the student center (Becca, Bernie and Vilde were raving about them over break; I had to try them), and then I turned in my assignment, faked consciousness, then went home and passed out. I swore I set an alarm, but I slept through my class at the gym for the first time here. I managed to hear that people were going to Cargo bar this evening, so I told Tara M. that I'd meet up with her. I found her, and then we grabbed Chloe and met their friend Emily on the way to the bus. We didn't leave until about 10:45PM because we missed the 9:58 bus. This was lame, but no worries.
When we got to the later bus, we actually ran into a bunch of people we knew who were headed down there as well. It was nice to catch up with folks and see how their breaks went. Somehow during the evening someone mentioned the Sydney Comedy Festival, and I mentioned that I was bummed that I missed seeing Joel McHale and I found a few unexpected watchers of The Soup among my friends. That was excellent.
We made our way down to Darling Harbour with no problems. We didn't exactly know where we were going, but we found Cargo after asking a few people.
It might have been the exhaustion, the atmosphere, or my essentially sober state, but I wasn't loving Cargo bar. It was the first time I had been back since my afternoon visit after my Sydney bus tour way back in February. I expressed that I was interested in checking out this place up the street called Chinese Laundry that I had read about in some of the music magazines I pick up twice a week. The only person I could convince to come with me to check it out was Greg, so we went and had a good time. There was a $20 cover charge, but I'm trying to forget that I paid that. I'd probably do it again if in the same situation.
We stayed there until 2:30am, and then decided we should find the rest of the folks we came with and catch the last bus out of the city, which we found out left at 3:10am. I was a bit disoriented, so we briefly got a little lost trying to find the bus stop, but it was a scenic walk. Found a poster for The Soup with Joel McHale wearing an outfit full of bright green sequins. We thought everyone else was at McDonald's so we left the bus stop and went there. We debated walking around QVB, but instead decided to run through the obviously blockaded path through the middle of the building. I saw the security glance at us through my peripheral vision. We ate some food, then went and found everyone else back at the bus stop. We rode home, went to our respective houses, and I fell asleep.
Oh, and I booked a Hunter Valley Wine Tour for the next day that I had to be awake at 5:30am for. So I slept 1.5 hours. More on that next post...
Honorary Song: "First of May" by Jonathan Coulton
May 1st
Waking up for class was massively difficult. There is nothing like staying up late doing physics to zap all energy out of your body. We made it to class, I'm pretty sure I ate nachos from the student center (Becca, Bernie and Vilde were raving about them over break; I had to try them), and then I turned in my assignment, faked consciousness, then went home and passed out. I swore I set an alarm, but I slept through my class at the gym for the first time here. I managed to hear that people were going to Cargo bar this evening, so I told Tara M. that I'd meet up with her. I found her, and then we grabbed Chloe and met their friend Emily on the way to the bus. We didn't leave until about 10:45PM because we missed the 9:58 bus. This was lame, but no worries.
When we got to the later bus, we actually ran into a bunch of people we knew who were headed down there as well. It was nice to catch up with folks and see how their breaks went. Somehow during the evening someone mentioned the Sydney Comedy Festival, and I mentioned that I was bummed that I missed seeing Joel McHale and I found a few unexpected watchers of The Soup among my friends. That was excellent.
We made our way down to Darling Harbour with no problems. We didn't exactly know where we were going, but we found Cargo after asking a few people.
It might have been the exhaustion, the atmosphere, or my essentially sober state, but I wasn't loving Cargo bar. It was the first time I had been back since my afternoon visit after my Sydney bus tour way back in February. I expressed that I was interested in checking out this place up the street called Chinese Laundry that I had read about in some of the music magazines I pick up twice a week. The only person I could convince to come with me to check it out was Greg, so we went and had a good time. There was a $20 cover charge, but I'm trying to forget that I paid that. I'd probably do it again if in the same situation.
We stayed there until 2:30am, and then decided we should find the rest of the folks we came with and catch the last bus out of the city, which we found out left at 3:10am. I was a bit disoriented, so we briefly got a little lost trying to find the bus stop, but it was a scenic walk. Found a poster for The Soup with Joel McHale wearing an outfit full of bright green sequins. We thought everyone else was at McDonald's so we left the bus stop and went there. We debated walking around QVB, but instead decided to run through the obviously blockaded path through the middle of the building. I saw the security glance at us through my peripheral vision. We ate some food, then went and found everyone else back at the bus stop. We rode home, went to our respective houses, and I fell asleep.
Oh, and I booked a Hunter Valley Wine Tour for the next day that I had to be awake at 5:30am for. So I slept 1.5 hours. More on that next post...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Pay my respects to grace and virtue. Send my condolences to good...
Song: "Human" by The Killers
April 16th
Bundaberg!
Bundaberg is a little town up the coast of Queensland, Australia which known for two things.
1) Having a sugar plant (there is lots of sugar cane grown in the area)
2) Making Rum (with the molasses from the sugar plant)
It's really known for number 2. Bernie wanted to go to the Bundaberg Rum Distillery, which was an excellent idea. Here's me and the girls with the giant bottle of rum:
I had no idea how rum was made before the trip. It was pretty neat. We saw a giant barn full of hot molasses, the leftovers from the sugar refining process. Along the trip we saw giant vats of rum with millions of dollars worth of rum inside. We couldn't take pictures because the batteries were fire hazards. (You better believe that I'd keep sparks away from million of dollars worth of highly flammable alcohol too.) Also, we were told that the government of Australia takes about 2/3 of their money from their alcohol sales. No wonder liquor is so expensive here!
After the tour, we came back and got two samples. My favorite was the Bundaberg Royal Liqueur, a deadly blend of chocolate, coffee, and Bundaberg rum. I bought a bottle for the trip. More on that bottle later.
We got our taste tests and then decided to hit the beach in nearby Bargara. I was still recovering from my sunburn from day one (today had the added fun of peeling!) so I tried to stay under my towel/cover-up as long as possible.
Puppy on the beach!
These tiny shells on the rocks kept sticking in my flip flops:
Sand crabs going crazy again:
Another one of my favorite pictures:
The beach was fun for a bit, but since I wasn't laying in the sun, I got bored and started to wander.
I found a windmill.
Also, Bargara got a little cocky with this one:
We left Bargara after a bit and decided to make one of our most interesting drives up the coast. Here are some lovely pictures.
Giant cow!
Sugar cane on the side of the road, with a blurry speed limit sign:
We stopped in Rockhampton to get something to eat. Cam's very helpful Lonely Planet guide to Australia was a lot of fun to use in Rockhampton. We stopped at one place which had cheap meals, only to realize they were selling $10 men. It's a joke; check the picture.
Rockhampton was not alive at whatever hour of the night we stopped in, and eventually we ate some food (at either Macker's or Hungry Jack's, can't remember...) and Bernie had some energy drinks. Here's a nice shot of me brushing my teeth in the fast food bathroom, with Bernie's energy drink nearby:
After that, Bernie drove that car into the night, Airlie Beach or bust. I couldn't have done it, but then again, I am not Bernie. We had some petrol and toilet breaks along the way, but we made it into Airlie by about 3am. We saw a terrifying creature on the side of the road (some sort of night animal), and then a sleeping guy at the bus station.
Oh yeah, and Bernie wanted to sleep on the beach once we got there. Actually, this idea sounded pretty fun so I decided to join her, but first we had to find the right beach. The first one we found was too grainy. We were a bit spoiled after the beaches of Fraser Island, so Bernie drove us around for almost two hours trying to find a better one. Here's the thing though; there wasn't a better one. Or at least a better public one, so that's where we ended up at 5am to sleep. Becca and Vilde slept in the car. Bernie also decided that 5am was the perfect time to start drinking the wines. We did this for an hour, then the sun rose, Bernie climbed a tree, and then we slept for three hours. The pictures are as follows:
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"Bernie, where'd the stars go?"
The stingray!
Bernie conquers the tree, at 6am. Give that girl a medal:
The view up from where I was sleeping:
Ok, although those were essentially in the morning, they were my night, therefore they will remain on this entry. The rest of Airlie Beach I will save for the next few. :)
April 16th
Bundaberg!
Bundaberg is a little town up the coast of Queensland, Australia which known for two things.
1) Having a sugar plant (there is lots of sugar cane grown in the area)
2) Making Rum (with the molasses from the sugar plant)
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| From Bundaberg! |
It's really known for number 2. Bernie wanted to go to the Bundaberg Rum Distillery, which was an excellent idea. Here's me and the girls with the giant bottle of rum:
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| From Bundaberg! |
I had no idea how rum was made before the trip. It was pretty neat. We saw a giant barn full of hot molasses, the leftovers from the sugar refining process. Along the trip we saw giant vats of rum with millions of dollars worth of rum inside. We couldn't take pictures because the batteries were fire hazards. (You better believe that I'd keep sparks away from million of dollars worth of highly flammable alcohol too.) Also, we were told that the government of Australia takes about 2/3 of their money from their alcohol sales. No wonder liquor is so expensive here!
After the tour, we came back and got two samples. My favorite was the Bundaberg Royal Liqueur, a deadly blend of chocolate, coffee, and Bundaberg rum. I bought a bottle for the trip. More on that bottle later.
We got our taste tests and then decided to hit the beach in nearby Bargara. I was still recovering from my sunburn from day one (today had the added fun of peeling!) so I tried to stay under my towel/cover-up as long as possible.
Puppy on the beach!
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
Sand crabs going crazy again:
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| From Bundaberg! |
Another one of my favorite pictures:
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| From Bundaberg! |
The beach was fun for a bit, but since I wasn't laying in the sun, I got bored and started to wander.
I found a windmill.
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| From Bundaberg! |
Also, Bargara got a little cocky with this one:
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
We left Bargara after a bit and decided to make one of our most interesting drives up the coast. Here are some lovely pictures.
Giant cow!
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
We stopped in Rockhampton to get something to eat. Cam's very helpful Lonely Planet guide to Australia was a lot of fun to use in Rockhampton. We stopped at one place which had cheap meals, only to realize they were selling $10 men. It's a joke; check the picture.
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| From Bundaberg! |
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| From Bundaberg! |
After that, Bernie drove that car into the night, Airlie Beach or bust. I couldn't have done it, but then again, I am not Bernie. We had some petrol and toilet breaks along the way, but we made it into Airlie by about 3am. We saw a terrifying creature on the side of the road (some sort of night animal), and then a sleeping guy at the bus station.
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| From Airlie Beach |
Oh yeah, and Bernie wanted to sleep on the beach once we got there. Actually, this idea sounded pretty fun so I decided to join her, but first we had to find the right beach. The first one we found was too grainy. We were a bit spoiled after the beaches of Fraser Island, so Bernie drove us around for almost two hours trying to find a better one. Here's the thing though; there wasn't a better one. Or at least a better public one, so that's where we ended up at 5am to sleep. Becca and Vilde slept in the car. Bernie also decided that 5am was the perfect time to start drinking the wines. We did this for an hour, then the sun rose, Bernie climbed a tree, and then we slept for three hours. The pictures are as follows:
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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| From Airlie Beach |
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