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Sunday was the International Food Festival. All the international kids went to the kitchens to make dishes from their various countries. Luckily there are a hundred Americans so I got to eat instead of cook, though their buffalo wings were a huge let down. The day was full of perfect weather and free food. Awesome. Ant and Sam also played for everyone. Their performance was great as always and I'll get a video up sooner rather than later. After all the food I was invited to play soccer. My fragile ego had been slightly repaired from Friday's basketball outing so I figured why not, it couldn't be worse. The game actually started out fine. I remembered how to kick the ball, run, and pass. Amazing. Of course it didn't take long for the shin splints to kick in. From a gazelle to a turtle I slowly hobbled around the field. Then a quick tweak of the old fucking knee and my day was done. I am so not cut out for this shit anymore.
On Thursday night a group of us went out to the Illawara for a night of retro dancing and drinking. Wado and I had purchased a bottle of gin and made gin and tonics to get a break from the goon. The liquor was flowing smoothly so before we knew it, we had finished the bottle. Then we stood up. As we made are way to downtown Gong, I was able to sober up a bit. Apparently, a bit was not enough. See Illawara is notorious for the biggest douche bag bouncers and is the hardest bar to get into. Once at the front of the line I was asked how many drinks I had so far. My answer may have not been the smoothest, ("Uhhhhh four or five maybe") but I was completely coherent...and ready to dance. Instead of the door opening, I was asked to stand to the side. Why you ask, I have no idea. I stood there as I watched the rest of my friends stand by the door after they had been admitted. There we all were, well them and me maybe five feet away. They looked at me and asked what I was doing and asked the bouncers why I had to stand there. "Because I am a revolutionary!" was my response. (I may have fumbled revolutionary a bit as well but come on. That's a bit of a doozy anyways) The bouncers finally got fed up with all of us standing there and signaled for me to go inside. Thanks guys. Good thing you made me stand there for five minutes. That was real productive. Dick heads. The night was good besides that.
Since school hasn't been much of a priority for me, I have turned my focus to training Mr. Sam Wade. Its been a wearing journey with all his bitching and moaning, but we have reached week 3. Already there has been drastic improvements in strength, weight loss, and appearance. I may have found my new calling. With three more weeks to go, there is still a lot of work to be done, but I promise you, I will turn that little boy into a man.
During our trip to the gym today quite an event occurred. On the weekends there are recreational rugby games held at the ovals near the gym. There was one such game on the field next to the gym. Wado and I happened to be conveniently riding the bikes the look right down on the field. Within about three minutes there was a scuffle and an all out fight broke out. Three pairs were teeing off on each other while everyone else shoved right and left. One pair separated from the scuffle. One of the guys grabbed the other's collar and ripped his dead towards his incoming fist for a direct hit. The fight soon ended and the game had about a two minute intermission. Soon it resumed with no penalties. No harm, no foul. Apparently the fight was no big deal and there is one most games. Damn, Australians sure got their sports right. I only wish lacrosse had been like that. Bravo.
A group of us also went to the biggest Buddhist temple in the southern hemisphere today. There were people all over and a large group was singing and praying in the main shrine. It was awesome and I no one that had been there had seen the place actually crowded before. The place was extremely relaxing and enlightening. Enjoy the pics.
Well tomorrow is the start of the last week of the session. I wish I would have counted the number of classes I've gone to, however I don't wish for my parents to know that information. I remember the last week being such a big deal back home. Like a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. Well here there is no light at the end of the tunnel, because there is no tunnel. It's not a big deal at all. If anything I look forward to being done so I can get back home and back to real school so I don't feel like such a worthless sack of shit anymore. All that is left is an essay, quiz, and a final. I'll let you know how it ends.
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