I have been job searching for the past couple days, which I find super stressful, but worth it for whats gonna happen. I need money to manage to eat out every night because cooking is lame. We're about to be kicked out of the internet cafe because it closes at midnight. I'm listening to Patrick Wolf and I think I really should have bought an ipod. I'm going back out tomorrow morning to give out more CV's. I have a trial with a door to door sales company at 1pm tomorrow. I haven't decided if i'm going to do it or not because it's purely commission based, and while I'm traipsing around I could be earning a wage, but if I don't find anything else, I may as well.

it's been a shitload of time but i spoke to my brother this morning who told me that i hadnt updated my blog, so i figure at least one person is actually reading this. i am now in australia, land of the brave, and trying to figure out what the hell im going to do with my life. i need a job. this is a sad truth. this morning we went to the supermarket and bought the cheapest spaghetti amd spaghetti sauce that they had, but also managed to drop $30 each on a bottle of soco. prioritues people. actually, it will work out to save us money because going out to drink is astonishingly expensive. turns out while everyone was warning us about tokyo, sydney is like, twice or more the price for a bottle. so plans for tonight include our first outing to kings cross, the big club area of the city. first time we went out here we went to a shitty pretentious bar full of assholes with money, or who wanted you to think they had money. after that, we went to a trashy meat market club where the bartender at least gave us cheap vodka cranberries because we had been there the day before at he remembered us. so cross your fingers for third time lucky.

the beaches here are pretty awesome and the real selling point of the city, otherwise you are anywhere, the world. the vast majority of accents on the street are english. most people in the hostel are english too, with some canadians, french and germans. the real australians prove elusive. for a while after i got here i was disappointed slightly by how similar it was to home. because i had left home and wanted a bit of excitement, frisson and danger, not somewhere thats approximately the safest place in the world, where everyone speaks english. but sydney is a charming city and very pleasant to walk round and the beaches really are amazing. next week we are going on 'holiday' to bondi and staying in a hostel there while we hand out cv's and try to get a bar/restaurant job on the seafront, the holy grail of jobs out here: well paid and near the beach. whatever, don't hold your breath.

susie just found an advert on gumtree which said bar job available so we both rang, and the guy was like, its a lingerie waitress.. yeh it is what you think it is. lots of sketchy shit out there.

after america i really want to go to argentina, and the rest of south america, but argentina especially. to be honest the only thing i know about it is tango and beef, but i figure i can manage on those two things alone. my wanderlust is not satisfied yet