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Hey there Mr Ryan!
Its been far too long, hows things back home?? Wat’ve u and all the others been up to?? Howd exams go??

Things over here are going awesome, having so much fun. Just left the Croatian Islands where the water is as blue as ure eyes and the sea urchins are as black as ure hair ha ha. But seriously it was just like paradise, like 32 degrees and sunny as hell everyday. We hired scooters one day and just went hooning round the mountains looking for little beaches etc.

Have I ever hated Australia even more?! No joke, over 50% of my friends are overseas at the moment. About 20% of them went on GAP years at the start of the year (mostly in England), a couple of them went to Canada to be ski instructors and continued traveling after the season finished, some are interstate in other universities, and the rest have left for Europe or America in the last few months to go traveling just for shits and giggles. That email excerpt was from one of my best mates - and I have never had such a bitter look on my face.

What was I thinking when I did said “no, not going to travel! Going to start my degree and get it over and done with! I’m the smart one!”. To make the situation worse, another friend who left on Monday is meeting up with that mate, a couple of other guys I went to school with, and the girl I was seeing before she left in January and a whole bunch of her friends for a week in a little villa in Spain. 

Australia sucks. Bronnie - it’s time for us to finally have that drink. Does a little house in the south of France suit you?

A typical few days…

Miss breakfast because am up at 6.30 to get to work. Miss lunch because am at work. Get home at around 5. Eat way too much way too quickly. Miss dinner. Starving by 11. Lie in bed trying to sleep til early hours of morning.

Wake up. Miss breakfast because am up at 6.30 to get to uni. Miss lunch because I haven’t been paid yet and wasn’t up early enough to make my own. Get home, shower, go to work. Miss dinner because I’m at work. Get home at midnight. Eat way too much way too quickly. Lie in bed trying to sleep til early hours of morning.

Wake up. Miss breakfast because I figure 8.00 is a sleep-in and I’d prefer sleep to breakfast. Work the later starting shift. Miss lunch because am at work. Get something greasy on way home. Shower and head out to meet friends for drinks. Miss dinner. Drink way too much way too quickly. Lie in bed trying not to throw up til early hours of morning.

I have the day off tomorrow. I’m sleeping in, doing an essay, staying at home for dinner, and am getting to bed early! I cannot wait for tomorrow before it all starts again on Wednesday! (Now I’m off to work, without dinner. Greatttt)

I don’t know why I chose hospitality. Working in it part-time now sucks, studying it for my degree sucks, and I’m guessing my future in hospitality as a career also sucks. People suck. I hate people. I hate fake-smiling, I hate whining bitches, I hate the ridiculously bizarre and inconsistent hours.

But then some days you can absolutely love it…

And happy 21st birthday to Nellie (who is at her new domain!).

I’m so sick of the fact that my course (a class of 17) is so overly dominated by females (13-4 if you must know). Every conversation seems to be about jeans, nice tops, ‘that girl is a bitch’, ‘that guy is an arsehole’, or my favourite from today: cramping down there.

At first, being in a class full of girls seemed like a great idea. But two or three months in, I’m getting very over it very quickly. Of the other three guys in my class, one is gay in a “hey girlfriend!” kind of way (so the topics seem to be similar to the girls’), one turns up probably one sixth of the time (and we don’t have much in common anyway), and the other always disappears with the girl who talks about cupcakes. This leaves me with the other girls while they talk about cramps and every other person in our class behind their back. Their solution when I complained, was to change the topic do ‘would you date a vegetarian’… (I mean, seriously now).

After going to high-school with males only, I never thought I’d want to hear another stereotypical cringe-worthy conversation about ’sticking my meat into her moot’ or ‘tittyfucking’… but, by god, it’d be better than ‘pads or tampons’.