YATTTTAAA!
Nov. 25th, 2007 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
layangabiGreetings my friends! Greetings! Welcome to this bright new day! No longer are we suffering under the reign of the evil little man known as Johnny-boy Howard. After all the batshit and batshitry and whiskeys, and tangoes and foxtrots, we as a nation said "Oh, bugger off" and cheerfully switched party services.
Well, ok. You as a nation said. Technically, I is not an Aussie yet and cannot vote. :p
Yesterday, I went forth to prove to the Australian government that I can in fact, speak English and that it is, all appearances and accents to the contrary, indeed my first language. It was a hellish day. I woke at 5:00 am to make the epic journey to Hawthorne, where the test center was, spent three hours sitting standardised tests that drove me batshit then waited three more hours waiting for my turn for to speak to a person so they could determine whether or not I could speak English.
So it was not a surprise that I arrived at Katie and Michael's place already somewhat trashed (i.e. dead) and that my determination to drink Baileys and try being drunk for the First Time Ever turned out not to be such a good idea after all. Michael was very awesome and gave me Brocha (?) and let me cuddle Jabber and lie on the bed, and Katie allowed me to crash overnight. Afterwhich, I was considerably less trashed.
I have long finished my essays, mostly finished out those ridiculous forms my lawyer and
Well, ok. You as a nation said. Technically, I is not an Aussie yet and cannot vote. :p
Yesterday, I went forth to prove to the Australian government that I can in fact, speak English and that it is, all appearances and accents to the contrary, indeed my first language. It was a hellish day. I woke at 5:00 am to make the epic journey to Hawthorne, where the test center was, spent three hours sitting standardised tests that drove me batshit then waited three more hours waiting for my turn for to speak to a person so they could determine whether or not I could speak English.
So it was not a surprise that I arrived at Katie and Michael's place already somewhat trashed (i.e. dead) and that my determination to drink Baileys and try being drunk for the First Time Ever turned out not to be such a good idea after all. Michael was very awesome and gave me Brocha (?) and let me cuddle Jabber and lie on the bed, and Katie allowed me to crash overnight. Afterwhich, I was considerably less trashed.
I have long finished my essays, mostly finished out those ridiculous forms my lawyer and
