Journal Entry 2

First few days...

So all is going smoothly in daveyville, my inner legs have reddened to a curious shape so they are pale on the outside red on the inside, my nose make me look like a Rudolph wannabee and i'm sweating like a Las Vegas showgirl, but its fun!

I had my first little (3 hour!) walk into the city to get a feel for the place and its so different from London  i watched a black and white film on an open cinema screen just free and set up on the grass, played some pool, burnt and found some very curious road names...i would hate to live at No2, 'the hidden potential of back lanes' St.

Life is so much slower paced, everything is farther apart, not driving is gonna suck but i'll manage, i'm trying to work out things to do with my three day weekends, trips to places by bus and that which aren't too far South and North...I'll keep you guys posted with ideas. the height of my day has been buying linen, opening a bank account and organizing my stationary but its exhausting! seriously!

Saw my first cockroach today, I didn't scream but inside i turned into a nine year old girl wetting herself and was half way up the nearest palm tree. but that said my testosterone flowed like usual and my masculinity didn't falter. (im about as masculine as a teaspoon)

anywho's its midnight and the west coast has yet to throw something crazy at me so im going to get an early night just in-case tomorrow is the day i come face to face with a snake or accidentally mud wrestle a koala...hey it could happen their vicious little bitches.

Told you so.

Journal Entry 1

The Comings and Goings of Me...

Hi guys and girls,
                       
Most of you will know me well enough to already know im Dave :). I'm 20 years old and originally from Portsmouth, England but have lived in London for about a year and a half. This blog is record of my adventure too and across Western Australia, im out here on a sixth month exchange and i cant wait! as it is I've been here three days and have seen the inside of a bank, my local town and a rather curious looking Mexican takeout in the city...but baby steps...

So how did i end up at a desk on the other side of world staring out to a field of aboriginal plant life and bugs? if i had to sum up my first half of university it would be two keys stages:

Stage 1- The border- I was the neutral ground in a fragile yet determined relationship between a northern Irish lass and a southern Irish beauty, best of friends, worst of enemies and i got thrown in the middle of it, but i live to tell the tale. they've become two great friends that set me off on my first days of uni with a smile and a wave; only so that they can turn my bedroom upside down while im in class and create rather artistic display of sex toys in my window...bitches.

Stage 2-The queen- Not a lot of 20 year old guys can say they've slept with a drag queen...the first half of my 2nd year was spent sharing a room with the infamous and dazzling Miss Linda Gold, better known as Mikey the scouser... after a few tequilas we became the best of mates and each others undivided wing-man. sharing a room meant it was a regular theme for me to wake up covered in glitter, or red wine or god knows what bodily fluid from the night before. rummaging through my underwear draw and finding a silicon boob? no biggy. but one good thing was that there was ALWAYS plenty of wine!

Once you throw in a few memorable experiences, like being chased down the road by an angry dwarf, or beating every straight guy in Newquay at there own strip tease by biting off her underwear, or having a picture of you dressed as Satan snogging a vampire in the local magazine, then you end up with a outlook on life that can only be summed up with the words... 'fuck it'.