lots going on. I have a list of things in my mind i'd like to write down starting with the stuff furthest in the past moving up to now but i always seem to never have enough time to get it down and then something new always happens. Anyways, i think i left off with me looking for work. Yeah, i ended up waiting around so long for apple picking that i spent allll my money, and hanging out and reading and exploring. I don't want to write anything down twice here but uh, here i start once more with the typing.
I've been typing with one internet window very small in front of another internet window that is big and has alot of text on it so anyone reading over my shoulder will have a hard time. For some reason i want to keep this a blog where i can say anything and not have to worry about noone i don't want reading it to read it. Should one have an internet outlet to dump all their thoughts and feeelings onto? I kindof feel like my blog here is way to blah blah blah, and that I could say everything i said in my large single paragraph posts in a much shorter amount of space. So i was hanging around town, not doing a whole lot. For a while it was quite regular that I would get a call from clint callin to see what i was up to, and if i wanted to have a smoke down by the gorge- after all, i paid him a bunchof money for grass so i wanted to get that, but it seemed like the only grass he would give me was the grass that we would smoke together. So we hung out maybe 4 or 5 times after our initial meeting up and giong to that bar that i wrote about. But i ask myself if i would have called him up if he didn't have grass for me, and i think the answer would probly be no. Maybe i'm kindof reculsive, self absorbed, a lone wolf, but i think i prefer my solotude most of the time over hanging out. Or maybe it's just that hanging out can be boring, or like, i can sometimes be hanging out and be thinking about how much i want to be alone. It was sometimes like that when i was hanging out with clint; also i would be trying to remember the funny things that he said so i could write them down in point form so i could later write them down in on the internet. how lame is that?? i sometimes think it's kindof lame i did that, but another reason for me doing that is because of the number of subtle differences between canadian and australian english. I'll try and type some down now.
-Everyone here seems to say the word Reken, or something. I think that is how it's spelt but im not sure. The australian uses this word where a canaidian would say the word think, so my last sentence would have been 'I reken that's how they spell reken.'
-Australians also say yeah alot. I say yeah alot too but the australian says it a little bit different. What you'll have to do, if you know me personally, is, next time you see me, ask me to say yeah like an australian. It's like... YEAAAH, i reken we'll be workin' up west'a the Tamar there, YEAAAH, YEAAAH, we got a good long day ahead'of us, YEAAAH. I like how they say yeah, it's funny.
-They also say, How ya' goin'? instead of 'what's up' or whatever we say. they say it so often. it's pretty funny really, 'How ya goin' matey??' And then sometimes i ask them how they are going with my polite canadian accent, maybe a little jokingly, 'how are you going?'
-Everyone in australia refers to the span of time known in canada as 'two weeks' as a 'fortnight'. Everyone uses this term, it seems. Weird.
-The term for a dude, or like, a bloke, guy, young man or whatever, is Punter. PUNTER, Weird.

I have a few more but my time on the internet here is up. I'll write up some more weird aussie terms later... YEAAAAH