(btw, Go look up Mr Rogers on youtube . . . its a completely different perspective watching him at this age and he's absolutely creepy)
So, lets get to know some of my neighbors. (The correct Aussie spelling would be 'neighbour,' but I speak American, so take that teachers)
We all already know about the Australian next door that insulted my voice. (She's since gotten over her eating disorder) However, those same neighbors have reached a whole new level. Our house tends to be a party house and on the occasional Friday or Saturday night we do throw pretty big parties. That is to be expected on the weekends. But we all enjoy sleeping in on those weekend mornings. I can't really complain because Monday is the only day I have to actually get up before 11am. (don't worry, I don't sleep that late every day, I'm just saying I could) I didn't actually go out at all this weekend in an effort to conserve funds and catch up on school work. I had pretty calm nights that involved hanging out with the roommates and watching movies. That doesn't mean I actually went to bed early though. I was really looking forward to sleeping in Saturday considering I went out Thursday night and had to get up for class Friday and could really have used some extra sleep.
. . . It started with the French horn. Just a few notes up and back down the scale. Then he went up an octave. And then another and another. Once he got pretty high, he then decided to scale back down. It was 9:30am. By 10am, the rest of the band had joined in and we were forefront to a free classical concert. Number one, I don't like classical. Number two, I thoroughly enjoy sleeping. If I could have found a rock on my floor I would have gracefully thrown it through one of their windows. But when I realized they really weren't going to stop, I finally just got up. Their practice concert lasted over 2 hours. In the future, I will look into how musically gifted my neighbors are because I wake up to either the flute or the french horn most mornings and its getting pretty annoying.
And now for our not so human neighbors. The other night the roomies and I argued over what made the chirping sound outside every night. Viktor was trying to convince us it was the geckos while the rest of us said it had to be birds. Well tonight I learned that Viktor was entirely correct. We have a large family of geckos that lives here. They live mostly in the walls and at night they hang out around the lights on our back porch eating bugs. Occasionally they slither in through the open doors and hang out on our ceilings. But they're cute and I assume they eat spiders so they are welcome any time. Tonight I was washing my dishes after eating dinner and saw a gecko near the ceiling in our kitchen. We also have an issue with fruit flies and they were particularly annoying tonight so I decided to close the door in the kitchen and deal with the heat. Mr gecko did not like that. I assumed he had some other method of getting back outside but as soon as I left the room he started chirping, loudly. I walked back in the kitchen and watched him as he continued chirping at me. I reopened the door and he stopped. He then waited for me to leave the room again before making his grand escape. Who knew our lil geckos had such personality?
Our house has a lot of people in it, so any burning type smell causes some alarm. On a few random nights we've noticed a burning smell and gone on missions trying to figure out what it was. We've searched the house completely and couldn't figure it out. Well the other night the boys finally figured it out. Kamikaze bugs. In our living room, which is the main room we always hang out in, there is a big bowl light fixture that's open on the top. The other night I was watching TV by myself when I heard a sizzling sound. A large bug was burning on the flourescent blub. That cannot be a good way to go. I heard it for a good 5 minutes before it actually started smelling. Ew. I guess the main fix would be to keep the doors closed. However, this is Australia and its getting into the summer months and we are lacking in that American luxury of AC. An open door with a fabulous breeze feels brilliant. So, pretty much we're gonna deal with the occasional gecko, the fruit flies and our kamikaze bugs. They're becoming more like family than intruders really.
Today I headed down to Racecourse Road to meet Jackie and her boyfriend for some Brisbane Festival activities. The whole road was closed off with lots of vendors and concerts and food. The Hair Show people were there again, but Jackie didn't get picked. Guess she's not as savy as I am. Instead we had sno-cones and enjoyed a really cheap BBQ. Jackie and I then got to make our own hairbows. Granted it was a stand for little girls, but they said we weren't too old and my bow is pretty sweet.
This week its lots of studying for my test Thursday and project work . . . but this week can't go by fast enough. Saturday I leave for Spring Break with Hanne. Sydney, Adelaide, Cage Diving, OH MY! Trust me . . . that blog will be a good one.
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