Time Travelling

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'M HEEEEEEEEEERE!! Long anticipated, but recently very quick to come. What a whirlwind this has been. I don't know what time it is, where I am, what day it is, or my name for that matter. Took off last night (Monday night, I'm currently living in Wednesday) from LA at 8 PM after Jardin fought our way through some crazy stressful LA rush hour traffic that I definitely could have done without. But made it...somehow. Customs and security were no biggy d, and all the V Australia workers were so pleasant and adorably Australian! I really have this strange fetish with Australia that needs to be satisfied stat. The 14-hour flight was surprisingly bearable with loads of entertaining options on the screen in the back of every headrest. Only misfortune was my placement in the second row of economy class, directly behind the row of bassinets, complete with five babies who would all simultaneously sleep...then simultaneously cry. And kick. And scream. No harm done though.

After a couple hours in the airport rounding up the uni kids for the shuttle, we proceeded to the UWS Village where I met my adorable Norway boyfriend/girlfriend roommates, Petter and Susanne. We have another Aussie boy roomie coming back from holiday in about a week. Unpacked, slowly adjusting to the extreme humidity and quickly realizing my sad state of sweaty and unkept disgustingness. Plus extreme hunger and sleep deprivation. But no towels or sheets at the moment, so go to rent those and snag a bus with new friend, Patrick from Germany, to the mall, to grab some soap and other obvious necessities. Wandered around like wide-eyed children, finding ourselves lost to the point we could only laugh ridiculously. Obvious foreigners. I asked the cashier if the gold coin meant a dollar. She nodded, looking at me with pity. Moving on, ended up enjoying a much-needed bit of exercise by walking home once we stumbled upon the lovely Parramatta River. Not to mention dodging cars driving on the wrong side of the street. So now after a good washing, making of my bed (in which a 7-legged spider crawled out of my freshly laundered sheets), and registering for classes, I'm attempting a nap before going out for some grub tonight, since my last bit of food was breakfast on the plane at 3:30 am. It has been the longest day of my life. But spirits are sky high.

Cheers!