Milo Addict

SO it was a typical long Wednesday. I decided in lecture that I’m sort of understanding chem. which is good enough. Both hours of psychology today were really good; afterward I found myself jealous of anyone who gets to study neuroanatomy. I love it. Now that I’m nearly done with undergrad why not just switch my major? Okay, just kidding. Anyway I went to lunch and then had psyc. tutorial, and 2 hours of anthropology lecture. Both good, but I had to take so many notes in anthropology that my hand was hardly even functioning by the end. I came home but realized that I needed to photocopy some pages from my ethnography because I have to return it to the library tomorrow morning. I also needed to finish studying out of the marine textbook I checked out because that was also due. So I headed to the library and got that done. I got home just in time for the 6:00 seating for dinner.

I’m glad I got my work done straight after my lectures because now I don’t have much work tonight or tomorrow morning. This means I can go for a run or a swim before marine lecture :)
Today something quite good happened. Something, or rather someone, was brought to my attention. Filipo, the Italian in my hall, was asked at dinner by a girl in my hall what he was doing for the break. It immediately dawned on me that we had probably discussed every subject in the past few weeks BUT this. He said that he had wanted to go up to Cairns, but he hadn’t found anyone to go with him, so he might just stay here. When he spoke those words I had three thoughts that came to me all at once, 2 of which I wanted to communicate to him right away—1) I COMPLETELY understand, 2) how is it possible that I’m so blind that I did not think to ask him about his travel plans while here—I hang out with him more than any of the Americans and 3) I’m so happy, in the guiltiest of ways, that someone else is in this dreadful state along with me. So I didn’t say all of that to him obviously. I did, however, remind him of how hard it was for me to find someone to go to Fiji with and let him know that any weekend trip he ever thinks he even might want to do I am up for. He’d be a very interesting travel buddy because, well, he’s quiet, but something tells me he’s not actually quiet—I think he just doesn’t say everything he would normally because his English isn’t as fluent…I mean he’s completely fluent but he doesn’t speak as quickly as everyone else so I can imagine that it would be easier most of the time to only say what was necessary! Another thing that would make him interesting to travel with (sorry mike) is that he’s really good-looking—that combined with his accent gets him so much attention from the ladies! I’d find that commotion fun to be around hehe. Anyway, I don’t know if we’ll end up traveling together, but I’m definitely up for it.

Oh and in other good news, James put up a sign in the hall saying “TRIP TO SURFERS PARADISE SUNDAY.” So happy that he took me seriously when I complained all weekend that I NEED THE BEACH. Filipo and Bridgette are coming too. I personally want to go Saturday morning and then stay in a hostel overnight so we can go out (plus have 2 days at the beach.) I’ll work on convincing them! It would only be like $20 each for the night. Maybe I’ll also convince someone to do a surfing lesson with me? One step at a time.... :) Either way it should all be good and I’m pretty stoked.