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'.