In Sydney.

I went to the wrong airport yesterday. 99%of Jetstars flights depart from Tullamarine. How the fuck could I know that only Sydney and Newcastle depart from Avalon?
I nearly died of an heart attack yesterday when the Jetstar guy said: You're going to Sydney? Well, you're at the wrong airport, we don't fly to Sydney from here.
Avalon is 1 hour away and I had 50min left. Think my heart actually stopped for a couple of seconds. Luckily, they managed to cancel my seat and replace me on today instead. Phew.

I went home with the same skybus as the one I came with. My housemates were warming up for a big night out, great! Let's do a blinder/all-nighter.

It was great fun, went to Cookie where on of the housemates, Derek used to work at. Bought 2 beers, 2 gin&tonics and 4 shots. They guessed that It would cost around 60 but the bill actually landed on 28. I'm happy because I bought that round (:
Went to Roxanne later on, a friend of theirs was DJing so we all went there to show some support.

Somebody offered me ecstasy. Unreal. I have never seen anyone do drugs before. Said no of course. It's a personal choice and I choose not to.

Came home around 2, had to wake up 5 to get my ass to airport shuttle. I was FREEZING my ass off as soon as I came out from the protective cave of duvet + pillows. Forced to take a hot shower to get back to life.
The unfurnished room is pretty much fully furnished now. Got Derek's girl Danni's queensize futon bed, a side table showed up, getting a free couch tomorrow, the guys found a wardrobe in the lane, I bought a ricepaper lamp, a clothing rack etc from IKEA. The ex empty room looks decent now.

Well, I'm in Sydney now. Staying in Max'es (Italian guy) room for tonight, might move to hostel tomorrow and then see how Caroline's flat hunt is going. Max is a sugardaddy. I didn't even know those existed. Now I do. I don't really like the thought of somebody else paying for me though. Makes me loose that independent feeling. Just a bit.

Cheerios!