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Ok, so I actually have way more lifely lessons than I realised! – as Jo has many of the photos we took overseas that I still need to get copies of!

For now, however, I can add a few more lifely lessons, and eventually ransack Jo’s laptop for the last of the photos for the rest of my lifely lesson!

5. Barcelona is a place of deadly, hip-swinging pasttimes.
Let us return to Barcelona, where the saftey concious locals don’t want you to get hurt by their mad hip-swiveling skillz, and thus warn you when you are coming across the underbelly of Barcelonian lifestyle: hula hoops!!!
You have been warned!

6. How to scare the life out of Matthew 101.
Now, this one doesn’t have an accompanying photo, but is an important travel titbit nonetheless. No doubt everyone was taught, as a child, to LOOK BOTH WAYS when crossing the road. This is lesson I rarely feel the need to use in Perth, as a pedestrian (as a driver, I feel differently), as there are usually two lanes and I cross one at a time. Of course, I am predisposed to look left first, as this is how the laws of the road have always been in Australia. Of course, in Barcelona, I look left, failing to see an oncoming bus and almost becoming roadkill. And that, is how you scare the life out of Matthew 101. You are excused.

7. The French like to sexualise the most inappropriate things.
This is an add for my favourite French fizzy drink:
‘Nuff said.

I actually once again have to cut myself off here, there is a uni event I must attend!



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.


ok, here’s a fun story from my travels to keep you going whilst i get over my (still CONTINUING %$^!#*&!@&*$&) jetlag/big day out lag:

Jo & Georgia go to dinner in the Latin Quarter in Paris.

They begin with an entre of cheeeeeeeeeeeese crepe and french onion & awesome soup.

For main course, Jo orders a steak.

Being a vegeratarian, Georgia selects the “pomme de terre et fromage” dish. Translation: potatos and cheeeeeeeeeeese pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.

The following dish is placed down infront of Georgia at the little restaurant in the Latin Quarter on a freezing cold early-January night in Paris:


The above photograph is quite clearly of A PLATE OF MELTY, CONGEALY CHEESE! (Which came accompanied by a lovely bowl of boiled potatos.)

The moral of this story: The French are a truly cheesy bunch.

Or some shit like that, I dunno.

Fun story, right? Yeah I was right.


after a 17 hour flight and a wee transit in dubai inbetween, i arrived in london at 6:30pm last night (sunday night 28th dec)

um, on the airplane i watched kung fu panda (that was made of awesome) and sisterhood of the travelling pants 2 and wild child (so bad) and angus, thongs & full frontal snogging (that really is the story of my life) and wall-e (super cute) and i started watching the dark knight, but i fell asleep. kev, i promise i’ll finish it, and i agree it’s awesome thus far.

ummmm… the old guy i sat next to from perth to dubai was friendly. the old guy i sat next to from dubai to london wouldn’t leave me alone, even when i was trying to sleep – which was most frustrating.

i got to bec & josh’s apartment at about 8:30 and went to bed and then at 2am jo and matt woke me up by jumping on me.

today we went to the andy warhol exhibit and we also hit top shop and fuck that was like the most insane thing i’ve ever done in my life.

imagine a huge crowd of frenzied shoppers, and then times it by a kabillion and then give them ALL claws and then put them in a four storey dept store full of cheap dresses. then times it by a kabillion again. i almost died of overwhelmingness.

um, there’s not alot of other entirely interesting things to report, i spent the day with jo, justin, amy and davies and we’re hanging in tonight. (we being me, matt and jo)

it’s cold like melbourne is cold, which means i’m thus far dealing with the weather fine.

i don’t have any photos yet – i should have some in the next few days (westminster, 10 downing st, buckingham palade & a few other epic places are on the agenda tomorrow) – i know you’re all dying to see georgia in the northern hemisphere.

i hear it’s super insane hot back home, which makes me almost glad i’m here.

also, matt and jo are currently talking about vomit and stomach lining, it’s pretty feraltastic.

i best be off, it’s almost midnight and we have to be up early tomorrow!

oh yes! just before i forget:

1. tomorrow morning jo and i are going to try and get cheap tickets to wicked! jealous, chloe?

2. number one fan, have you seen twilight yet? report back to me on your “scientific findings” from the film. there are posters EVERYWHERE!

3. kt, pls don’t leave perth, i want you to be there when i get home.

hai to everyone reading this, i miss you all, but i’m having fun and… that’s all!

lots and lots of love!

p.s. if you want a postcard, facebook me your address and i’ll try to postcard you.

This blog is dedicated to Jo, who is leaving me on Wednesday. What a bitch. Seriously, how selfish, leaving me all alone here to fend for myself! WHAT KIND OF A FRIEND IS THAT! 😛

In other news, I will be extreamly sad, sadder than any of the rest of you lot so whatevs to your face.

So here we go, Jo. (Yes I can rhyme, bitch.) This is for you, because you are my best and favourite and twin and all those other awesome things.

First of all, let’s talk about things Jo likes:

Britney Spears, who likes to ask ‘Do you want a piece of meat?’. To which I say, ‘Yes Britney Spears, I would infact like a piece of meat.’

Katy Perry, who, infact did not kiss a girl, thus she is not able to comment on whether or not she liked it and if infact, the chapstick was cherry flavoured. These facts will be upheld in a court of law.

Speaking of law, Jo does law, I’m still unsure as to whether or not she likes it, but for now, let us put the LAW on Jo’s list of likable things. Of course, if all else fails, we can just pretend that by the LAW, I infact meant to say GEORGIA LAW, which of course Jo is a huge fan of.

Miley Cyrus. Well not really, but just to make it very clear, Jo, I’ve got my eyes set on you and I’m ready to aim. And I’m just being Miley.

Chutney Marys. Indian food makes us bloated.

Supermarkets. The all important destination for instant food goods! And discovering new vegetables. And realising that a red onion is not a red capsicum when you cut it open.

Cheezels. Because you can stick them on your fingers and eat them whilst still successfully changing gears… sort of.

Road maps. They’re useful for not driving around Mandurah in circles in the middle of the night.

Shoes. All shoes are Jo’s, bitch!

Television babies. They’re cuter in the box.

Old people having sex. Especially Jack Nicolson and Diane Keaton.

Alcohol. But alcohol doesn’t like Jo. Especially at the airport.

The Court. It’s full of drag queens and really trashy, cheesy pop music.

Coffee, especially when Jason makes it. Apparently he makes great coffee. Apparently, because I don’t like coffee.

And most importantly, me. Jo loves me. But why wouldn’t she?

And that’s it. Jo, how about you just call the whole trip off and stay here instead? It’s better that way.


Last night, me and Jo went to the Law Ball. People would ask me who I was there with and I’d reply “Jo” and they’d ask me who this boy was because I’d never mentioned him before…

No, you doofuses, Jo as in my best friend Jo. Geez.

Well, we drank too much champagne, I stole alot of chocolate, Fresher got himself kicked out and Jo fell asleep on a chair.

We discovered, this morning, during my first ever real hangover, that almost all the photos Jo and I took consisted of us eating/feeding eachother.

See figure 2.

figure 2: Georgia & Jo eat broccolini!

We also danced a bit. And fell over alot. I got a stain on my dress but I can’t afford the drycleaners because I only just got it drycleaned a week ago! We’re all class. Seriously.

Law Ball was pretty epic, especially with all that nasty cheap champers that wasn’t even real champers! (Sparking wine is so disgusting.)

Fun night. Not alot to report deep philosophically wise – although we ended up seated a table number 1. I reckon that says WE’RE NUMBER ONE! WE’RE NUMBER ONE! Yeah, you know I’m better than you.


p.s. that broccolini was covered in mash ‘tato, it was innocent broccolini!






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