Hello my lovelies! Terribly sorry for the lapse in blogging, I’ve been reminding myself daily to get one done, but the trouble trully is finding the time! It’s basically go, go, go at the mo and has been ever since I set foot in Calgary! So much to tell you, but I’m afraid if I put down as much detail as I’d like to, it would get exceptionally boring, and horridly long. So I’ll do my best to jot down as much as I can to give you a feel for what the g-o really is over here.
Well, the last month, where do I start! Not at the beginning, cos I’m sorry to say, but I don’t exactly remember when or where that was, time flies! But basically, I can sum up what I’ve been doing by the words ”having fun”, and all things glorious and not so glorious that go with that. A few of you who were less pleased with my inital party-hard ways will be happy to hear I’ve slowed down with the drinking, and not every night’s a party these days. Doesn’t make it any less hectic though, but definately hectic in the best way possible, not like missing a plane (rolls eyes – palms start to sweat
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Having heaps of fun with Jessie, we both thought that after a week of sharing the same house, friends, car, clothes, job, food, bed, we’d be well and trully needing some space, but not so. We still get on like a house on fire, constantly quoting Carl Barron (praise him) and Superbad and making utter idiots of ourselves in public. That girl and I get on, I’m her weird Aussie friend and she’s my entertaining Frenchy, together we are quite the laugh fest and there’s never really a dull moment.
So I think the easiest way to break this down is to quickly run through the major aspects of my life (and sound entirely self obsessed in saying that, but hey)… to start, the housing situation. Righto, well as you guys knew, I was living in a house with 4 bedrooms and 7 people, 5 of whom were guys. Now though, 2 have gone back to Quebec which leaves Jessie, Vic, Max, Jeff and Me (which equates to $360 a month in rent each which is very reasonable in Calgary’s economic terms). To jump straight to the point, we’re being kicked out, he he. You see, we’re young and have an unquenchable thirst for fun, meaning that very few nights are quiet nights. Our neighbours didn’t like that too much. So the night after Vic’s 22nd birthday, for which there was a DJ in our loungeroom and about 50 Quebecians ((leaving Jessie and I having to walk a surmountable (yes I may just be making up words here) distance from one end of our street to home because of the ridiculous amount of cars)), we were given a months notice to be out of the house. Cool ey? Nah doesn’t bother me too much but poor Jessie was freaking out a bit. Turns out we now plan to live in the two bedrooms downstairs of a lady named Mary. Did I mention she’s 67? At least there will be cookies and we’ve got the housing situation sorted.
Moving onto work. Ever heard of Hooters? Well it’s not just an American thing, Canadas got them too. Pays good, and after all, there are 3 guys to every 1.3 chicks over here, makes sense really. Okay, Mum, relocate your jaw and breathe. Rest assured my finances aren’t that dire yet, and I actually work at quite a fun place called Best Buy. I’m in the Digital Imaging department which basically has me selling cameras, camcorders, digital picture frames, photo printers and an array of accessories. The actual work part in itself isn’t too bad, each day brings new, ‘interesting’ customers and I’m learning. People are weird, the most recent line which has been put on me was from some Lebo dude, “You’re wasting your time here, a pretty girl like you. Here’s my number, come to me and I’ll give you luxury” WHO SAYS THAT?!?! Moving on… best parts though, are the people I work with, who at first seemed entirely nerdish but I’ve since come to see that they’re pretty cool cats. I wish I could go into details but I’ll save you the pain of microscopic details. I’m a true advocate for Australia and I reckon by the time I come back my couch will be permanently booked by an overseas aquantent, if I can sell one thing, it’s the joys of Oz. The people of Calgary (and Canadians in general) are great. They’re very similar to Aussie’s actually. The laid back attitudes, out for a good time, good sense of humour, alcoholics
The thing which took me by surprise was the fact that people love Australian accents! I had predicted the way I talked would be seen as ocker and uninteresting, but quite the opposite, people love it!
My French is shithouse still, basically I can only pick up on people swearing and immitate the way Jessie answers the phone in French. One thing I did learn was ‘vous etes des tappet’ and the explanation for that one’s interesting. Basically it means ‘You guys are faggots’, and why would that be useful you say? Well 3 of the guys we live with got home from a club one night as we were going to sleep and decided to put on a bit of porn. The poor chick sounded like she was in pain! (I later found out a beer bottle was the culprit) So when we got fed up with trying to go to sleep to those sound effects, we knocked, no answer, knocked again, nothing. Then one pipes up with something in French. Basically the three of them were in there, having a pull… together. Nice hey? Jessie taught me how to yell that phrase out nice and loud… “vous etes des tappet!!”
Another one to add to the growing list of Words-And-Phrases-Not-To-Use-Over-Here-If-You-Want-People-To-Have-The-Faintest-Clue-What-You’re-Talking-About:
Much of a muchness – used when trying to explain the similarity between cameras
Capsicum – at Subway, people think I’m talking dirty
Piker – a friend got thorough enjoyment out of this one and was shouting it at random intervals throughout the night
Pop a squat – ‘Don’t you have toilets in Australia’
Whatevs – this word is being introduced into Canada for worldwide use
Come On! (whilst doing the move of Lleyton Hewit) – scares those in my immediate vicinity
All Carl Barron quotes ie. Rahhh! Where’s your licence – at least Jessie gets me. Talking about Carl Barron, I watched his vid the other night and introduced it to some Calgarians who thoroughly enjoyed it and all 4 of us were very close to peeing ourselves.
Sick mate, sick, subwoofer – need I explain
Well spose I’ll leave it there for now, it’s time for me to start getting ready for The Rusty Cage, our destination for tonight where they have $1 beers, woohoo! So love you and leave you my fellow down underers. Keep in touch! xoxoxoxox