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Going on big adventures like the one I just took across ye olde land of Europe, I was no doubt going to learn many life lessons. I am now going to share with you some of my new found Europeany-wisdom, so maybe you might become just as wise as I. Yeah, you heard it here first. Georgia = wise. So whatevs in ya face.

1. James is a far more skills tracker than previously believed.
As you can see, depicted in the above photo, James (and his nomadic nomad vampire buddies) has snuck himself into my photo of the statue of Sidney Herbert. How insulting James! I was on holidays! Quite obviously, I am not in the mood for you to interrupt my baseball game in order to suck the humans blood, alright? You and me, in a room of mirrors, now, capice? Yeah, you better not stick yourself to the side of a bus ever again. (Man, I am so not very funny.)

2. Picking your nose has been taken to a whole new level in London:
As you can see, by the nose stuck on the side of this gate wall thing that the Queen sometimes drives though, picking noses is a Londonish past time, and it should be taken quite seriously… Really though, why is there a nose stuck to the side of the wall? And more importantly, has it ever been caught eating its own boogies? Has the Queen herself ever picked the nose? Do tourists often go by the nose and attempt to pick it? Is it punishable by law to pick the nose? All these crucial questions to my existence, I MUST HAVE ANSWERS!!!

3. You can find comfort in the strangest places.
This bathroom in Willi’s Wine Bar, Paris, happens to be an almost exact – albiet, dirtier – replica of my bathroom back home. There was one major error: the poster in Willi’s bathroom is actually in my kitchen, but close enough. I really took to this bathroom, I went like four times. I think I started to creep out the bar staff a bit when I wandered in there with my camera… I’d like to say my mother has fantastic, Parisien taste, but I happen to know for a fact that she visited Willi’s Wine Bar just over a year ago and probably stole the idea then… How sick. Lol.

4. This particular little delicacy promises a religious experience, when eaten.
Apparently it’s very similar to having one of those epiphanical moments when you realise you’re supposed to dedicate your life to some truly selfless cause, like Tim Gunn showing ugly people how to dress better or Hugh Hefner sleeping with hot chicks to give hope to all guys out there, that it doesn’t matter if you’re a wrinkly old perv, there is a blonde out there dumb enough who WILL sleep with you… provided you have the moolah to pay for her every dumb blonde whim.
(and no, I’m not playing dumb tourist, that ACTUALLY translates to religious chocolate! so there!)

This is only four of many highly important life lessons that I lifely learnt upon my magical travels. However, I am super duper absolutely and utterly tired and I have to get up early tomorrow to do important things with important people.

Stay tuned for lessons in how to scare the life out of Matt, hula hooping laws in Barcelona, Parisian breasts, bears with sixpacks, how to sponser an underprivileged stone, what not to carve into stone, where to find the best pasta in Florence, how not to get sex in Paris, and finally: being hygenic, the Italian way.

So, excuse me whilst I catch some zzz’s.


Today I cycled to uni. Stupidest idea ever. Did you know, just before UWA, there is this HUGE eff-off hill that I will have to cycle up to get home? Did you know that I am like the most unfit person ever? Did you know I might just catch the bus home and leave my bike here until dad gets home and then I’ll go pick it up with the car? Did you know I just ate a whole cakes worth of icing straight?

Bet you didn’t know that!

Contract again, sitting next to Sally (who just had a freak out cos she was looking for her callus on the wrong hang) and Bronwyn who is definately fitter than I am.

We’re discussing total failure consideration and how to recover monies paid/damages. Sally is so bored she’s staring at my screen, yeah that’s right. THAT’S HOW BORING THIS CLASS IS!

Luckily, I write the most exciting and thrilling blog on this entire planet, maybe even universe, that during the next hour of contract she will be entertained as she will be able to read this post. Yeah, you know it. 😛 I bet she agrees.

Apparently, if there is not TOTAL failure of consideration, (ie there is only a little failure of consideration), then there’s no claim for damages for your side of the contract. Or something like that. I honestly don’t understand this class and if anyone would care to enlighten me, that would be fabulous.

Honestly, what on earth does that mean? Does the lecturer realise that she is speaking at twice my fastest talking speed and she is the lecturer and not me? Does she realise that if she is speaking faster than me then there is no way in hell that anyone less than a superhero would be able to comprehend what she is rambling about?


Lecturer is now asking us a question I didn’t hear, which means I can’t answer it and whoever answers it correctly won’t make any sense to me either. Should I pay attention? Well, maybe, but it doesn’t make a difference – this lady truely makes no sense, even though I have copied down all her notes and everything she writes and all major points she mentions. SLOW DOWN CRAZY LECTURER LADY!

Man this post is below par, sorry little choo choos (my followers), I hope I haven’t let you down too much!

I shall now return my focus to the crazy lady at the front of the lecture theatre – hopefully I’ll learn something.

Farewell my little choo choos!

p.s. Sally & I hae numbuts. We’re numbats. Haha. What a pun. Poor effort.

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