Just call me one of the boys . . .

Well it looks like I may potentially be living with all guys for the next 6 months. Yesterday three German guys moved in named Winkin, Blinkin and Nod. Kidding, but I don't remember their names at all. Wait, one was named Wolfgang. When I told them I was from America they responded "Great, you can help us with our English!" Lordy, lordy. My other roommate is Ivar from Sweden. He has two piercings around his lower lip, but so far is a pretty nice guy. There is a mystery guy that lives downstairs who I've never seen, heard or met so maybe he doesn't really exist. I was hoping for at least one girl so we could share jewelry/hair dryers/etc. but its not lookin like thats gonna work out. This is a 10 bedroom house but the real estate guy told me they are only going to rent it out to about 6 people. So I guess I'll just be waving that tomboy flag proudly :)

Luckily, I am meeting some nice girls to hang out with though. When touring the houses to find a place to live I met Hanne (like H-ON-A) from Norway. Since then we have met up on campus a few times and went out together last night. Ivar also has some other friends from Sweden so I met a few girls he knows last night. So I may be living with all guys, but on the bright side there is much less chance of drama (we don't want no drama, drama) and I can maybe make some extra cash as an English tutor at night. haha

I do love my house though. Its a very typical Queenslander and the small details are really awesome. There is also a huge back porch which is perfect for a party :) If only we had this porch in the days of Ashley Forest . . . I also started training for Little House on the Prairie yesterday, plus a washer machine. They don't use dryers here in Australia so as we speak my clothes are out on the line flappin in the wind. I felt a lil awkward pinning up my underthings so I just brought those back to my room to dry. I don't need the neighbors knowing EVERYTHING about me. I also walked to campus from my house to time it and it only takes about 30-35 minutes. Its a nice walk too. I took a bus to campus last night to see how much faster that was, and it took 30 minutes. So since bikini season is a few short months away here, I'm opting for walking at least most of the time.

So, Smashing Bumpkins. Much to my surprise, they are not a Smashing Pumpkins cover band. Believe it or not, there are evidently country bumpkins here. As I walked up towards the concert I spotted what I thought was a mechanical bull. In actuality, it looked more like a mechanical cow, but same concept. As I passed the haystacks I was greeted by an extremely large line dance which I immediately joined. A lil dose e' doe here and swinging your partner round. After about 10 minutes of that Hanne and I headed up to the campus bar. And yes, there is a bar in the food court. Drinking age in Australia is 18 so why not have a bar on campus? We then met up with Ivar and friends and all went out for a good ride on the cow. Since I'm a mechanical bull champion, I tried to go easy on the others and used my left hand. They still didn't knock me off in 8 seconds. Go me. My friends asked me if I'd ever ridden one before and I brought up Key West . . . oh memories.

Moving on, we then headed to an Irish pub for the State of the Origin. This is a Rugby League game between Queensland and New South Wales. Queensland has won the last 4 years in a row and its always a big game. I was torn on who to cheer for because I was making friends on both sides. But NSW does wear carolina blue, and I do always love an underdog. So Rugby pretty much makes our football players look like little girls. There are no pads, there are no helmets, and there are very short shorts. Just imagine extremely fit muscular guys ramming into each other with pure testosterone. Its an extremely exciting game to watch. There aren't any pauses like American football, there is constantly action. So I chatted up some really nice Australian girls and we all cheered together as the game continued. In the end, NSW cames out on top and it was a big upset. My new friends took down my name to friend me on facebook and then I headed off with my friends to Uber. As I mentioned before, the drinking age is 18. So at the club, everyone looks SOOOO young. And I've come to realize, I'm not really into the techno clubbing scene so much. This DJ was particularly boring and when I told him as much, he said that was all he was allowed to play. Hanne and I caught a cab home early but it was a glorious night.