downloading is illegal and you can't do it here, she says. ok well i'll write in here then. I wanted to fill my new lil mp3 gadget with some music, and i was right in the middle of selecting some tracks when i was told to stop. BLAST! i was going to listen to that at work, in the vinyards where im snipping grapes and putting the sniped grapes into buckets and occasionally emptying buckets into larger bins. yes, it's so much nicer to have music; although it does disconnect me a little from the chatter of my co-workers. But i should maybe start a little earlier, to when i first got here.

I arrived here with little money and my goal was to find work real quick and make some money , as i had brought little of my own with me from canada. It was pretty good to leave the cold, i hear it's the coldest winer in canada since sometime in the thirties. ahh, goodbye canada winter hellow australia summer. I started looking for jobs, but the only real lead was apple picking; i was told to go to an induction seminar in a week, so i wated around, hung out, walked alot, went to the gorge as much as i could.
I choose to stay in a backpackers, with the piano in it as the decider. Accross from a park close to downtown launceston. I was waiting for work and slowly running out of money. After going to the apple picking induction, on a monday, i was told to expect work by thursday. I was later told monday, and when they didn't callme or nothing on monday i called them and they said thursday, and by friday i figgered i didn't get the job. I suspect that this is maybe because i had a bad cough during the induction (((as soon as i arrived in australia, i had a bad cough- maybe from the plane ride over because it was clear that alot of people on the plane, including myself to a small extent, was showing flulike symptoms. But upon arrival i had a terrible cough. It was quite off putting to myself , and others im sure, what with me coughing up goo every so often. Usually at night, when it was the worst, I would wake up with breathing troubles. Every morning for like 2 or three weeks I would wake up and feel the need to retch up a ball of extreamly potent mucus, often interesting colors, of wich i would sometimes spit into my hand and marvel over, poking it and playing with it, rolling it around in my palm. I had never had phlegemballs like this before it was cool in a way. but kindof off putting i should say again)))
but anyways, i was in the backpackers waiting around for work. spent my savings and maxed out my creditcard before long because i kept being told i could work soon, and it's 20$ a night at the backpackers. I took to reading alot, and drawing; i'm almost finished my book of self portraits. Perhaps i'll scan them soon.
At first i was staying in an 8 bed dorm style room, or, like 2 rooms that were one room. At first, staying on the bottom bunk below a girl from hong kong who would often share her bed with her sister. Their cellphone alarm clock was an avril lav. song; they were always getting up early. Some nights I would play the piano (i printed out a huge collection of selected chopin cuts that i wanted to learn) and people liked it sometimes. There's a Kitchen, a large tv room, and a larger common room with lots of tables, couch , piano, bulliten board, fat cat, other things. At first my hong kong roomates saw me reading music in the room and asked me to play- i was kindof shy of it because there is usually so many people in the common room but it was alright when i started one night, these spanish girls were sitting really close and watching me it made me a lil nnervous but i played ok, and later the hong kongiese girls came in and filmed me with their weird technology. People can get really loud, drinkin' some beers, i usually choose these settings, where there's people laughing and hanging out, sometimes yelling and getting rowdy, singing their own songs over what im playing. Sometimes i think they don't like it, or me trying to play the piano favorites but slowly with mistakes, but im getting better always, and playing the stuff is getting to be more natural all the time. (i've switched my studies by now to other things, or things other than chopin i mean...) but anyways,
... i wish i wasn't so ignorant of this part of the world. I think it was a faux pas to not know that people from hong kong spoke cantonese. It sucks that i have only 1 fluent language, but at this point i need only to think of my language learning project instead of feeling upset at my inability to communicate outside the limits of my only language english.

Maybe i'll type about these things later,as i have few minutes left on the internet machines here. Much has happened that i still must enter into the logs, this is the beginning of a journal of awsome journeys, better than the travel writings of byron, miller, or anybody else because im writing them for me and im my number one fan. Where will i go? it's allll up to me, and how much money i have, and how much willpower i have to go everywhere, yes, i will go everywhere. maybe i could start with going back to the hostel for some lunch. I dunnno, what should i do with y day offff.??