Okay, this should have been posted weeks ago, but I’ve been really busy.
I went to the first day of Occupy Melbourne, and decided to film the event. A few days later they were brutally evicted by 400 police. The protest was a peaceful one, which can be seen in the video, and the fact that the protesters are not allowed to camp anywhere in Melbourne is a severe breach on democracy and freedom of speech.
I may not agree on everything the protest stand for, but I do believe in the right to demonstrate and in free speech.
This is a test to see how often my family checks this checks my blog for new posts.
I have a little surprise or them, and decided to see if they’ll notice this image before I come home.
Find one new addition to my face!
Today I’m having a going away party combined with an early 21st birthday party.
I hate arranging parties
For some weird reason I stress out and worry sick that no one wil show up, and if they by some miracle happen to do, they’ll have an awful time. Therefore, the hours (and days) before the actual party are filled with negative mental turbulence and occasional panic fits. When people (if they ever) arrive, I’ll wander around, unable to relax, like a confused dog looking for reassurance on that the party is a success.
And who would have thought; the same thing is happening today. My fears intensified dramatically when I noticed that it’s cloudy outside (I’m supposed to have a barbecue). Not just a few clouds, but literary the whole sky filled with white and slightly gray snail cotton..
I’m about to go shopping now. For my own safety I’m just going to stop caring about what happens and have as much fun as I can. You entertain yourself, this is my party!!
It is so hot.
Someone up there is having a devilish barbecue and plans to include me in their sweaty massacre.. I managed to stay on the beach for maybe two hours before I had to capitulate and crawl inside. I then spent half an hour showering in cold water while drinking water from a bottle.
Lately I’ve been told that I have obtained quite an Australian accent, but don’t be fooled! Today it was proved once and for all that I should still be treated like the foreigner I am. When Blanche said that she was going to the beach I was more than happy to join her, and grabbed a bag to put all my beach essentials in.
At the beach I realised that she had intended to swim, and as I was wearing underwear (not the kind that could pass for a bikini) and not baders I couldn’t cool myself with a quick dip in the ocean. I also forgot a towel, which would have been useful if I was going swimming, but also to use as a mat to sit on. I tried to use my shirt but ended up getting sand pretty much everywhere..
Blanche and her friends were kind enough to inform me about the dangers of cancer caused by the sun, and the gazing gap in the ozon layer that hags over Melbourne like a beasts deadly muzzle.. Ready to roast you for it’s private little barbecue..
And there I was, without any sunscreen.
I would appreciate if someone could give me a crash course in how tot be an Aussie. Now I’m in bed, exhausted and suffering from sun stroke, feeling quite sorry for myself.