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Greetings from Kiwiland

I am now in Kiwiland, on the first day of the second week of my travels in New Zealand. Sitting in a wireless café in Queenstown at present, spectacular mountain views just outside. I love it here, me and C have seen so much since arriving. We managed to spot the rare yellow-eyed penguins at Nugget Point in the Catlins in the south, saw small blue penguins up close as they were waddling across the road in Oamaru and fur seals (also at Nugget Point). We visited Milford Sound yesterday, and it RAINED and RAINED and RAINED. We got soaked despite rain poncho and my newly purchased trekking shoes. At least the waterfalls down the rocky mountains were spectacular.

After these two remaining weeks we go back to Tasmania for a week and then it´s back to Sydney again, and then to Thailand before it´s time to head home. It feels a bit sad, I´ve been through so much (fights with E, fights with C, two breakdowns on the 1-day roadtrip from Cairns to Sydney, living in a tent for two months in Melbourne, goon hangover, Aussie barbecue) so feels a bit strange to head on home to work or go to school or pursue dreams.
We´ve been eating well at least, seeing as all we have is an eskie and a gas cooker. I admit I have introduced C to baked beans which we eat with bread and butter, but the day before yesterday we had an awesome pasta dish with zuchini, salmon, capsicum and sour cream. We´ve also made mashed potatoes and pancakes. For lunch we have avocado sandwiches often, and we´ve both invested in chocolate drinks we like (C has a weakness for Milo; I prefer Cadburys chocolate drink).

Now in the remaining time I will write some postcards.

When I wonder if I am?

I remember what it felt like
I miss the story I told myself.

I miss you, but I don't want to say it.
I want to make us a warm place
And not something I want to run away from;

Why are you so difficult to figure out.
Why am I so angry.

I'll fix my telephone today, I can't recieve calls.

How can I fix this?
"Some things are easier to mend than others"

I want to come closer
I wish you'd let me in.
Am I going about it the wrong way?

I'd rather see your sunrise

There's a war inside me.

Months of not writing

There's not really much you can say when you haven't written in your blog for a few months. I can't really recount everything that's happened. Maybe that's not the point.
Maybe the point of a blog is some insightful comments about life and a few photographs of deserted train tracks in a good layout.
But what can I write without sacrificing my integrity?

No time to write more, gotta catch the bus.
Saved by the bell.

Woooooohooooooo! I'm back! And just realized that for this entry I will have to make it English, owing to the fact that I am writing this minute from the public library in Launceston, and that I hate reading Swedish without proper (wow, I'm starting to get my brittish on) swedish letters and I am not going to do it to you, either (assuming you read swedish, otherwise this whole thing is completely unnecessary. On the other hand, as I have come to terms with the fact that that noone reads my blog anyway, I guess I am entitled to write in any preferred language? Might back to that).

So I got a job in Hobart doing fundraising for Amnesty, but I couldn't take it after two days so I quit and went to visit C in Launceston. My friends from work are here too, working. So now I am poor and unemployed again, the only difference from when I had work being that then I was poor but with a job that gave me no money. Today I am going job hunting! Woohoo!

Also, as it is the finishing weekend of TasPride (which I have NOT seen very much of, thank you very much) now, me ans C are going out gayclubbing! again! tonight. I'm kinda hoping that it will be better than in Sydney. We'll see, we'll see.

Have just had some minor adventures over the last few days: for example when I lost my key at night and had to climb in through the window of my room by climbing over the balcony and on to the side of the house. Wasn't that exciting. On sunday tho, me and C are gonna do the Cradle Mountain tour. Should be great.

Accomplishments:

• Have learned to say "o" in Australian (an oi sound). Australians use this sound for every other vowel as well, so it is very handy.
• Have lost charger for old phone, so
• Have bought new phone!

SÖTT!

Helt oväntat blev min depressiva och svårmodiga (är inne i en "period" igen. syns antagligen från mina tidigare inlägg, höhö. vad kan jag säga) dag mycket intressantare. Jag gick på en intervju för fundraising för Amnesty idag, och helt oväntat fick jag jobbet! Vad som var ännu mer oväntat var att jag flyger klockan halv åtta imorgon kväll. Helt sinnes!

Johanna SPRANG också idag. Wow! Har kommit underfund med att:

• Jag har sjukt dålig kondition
  
  
• Det var rätt schysst och väldigt skönt



• Utsikten över hamnen från parken var riktigt SWEET.



• Jag inte behöver oroa mig över att skriva på svenska eller engelska i den här bloggen, för ingen läser den ändå.

Just det, Tegan och jag har firat anniversary, i oktober. Det är tyvärr bara jag av oss två som vet om det. :P Men grattis älskling. :D



Och hon har klippt sig också, just for the occasion. :)
Mm, såg min första flata i Melbourne igår också, så jag kände mig lite bättre till mods. Synd att jag måste åka så snart. Nja, inte synd. Jag är så JÄKLARS PEPP!
(jag tycker att "jäklars" är skitkul. Det är inte mitt fel. Det är S fel.)

Ilandsproblemen är följande:

• Måste äta all mat jag har köpt; fick spel och inhandlade massa frukt etc. häromdagen. Får inte slösas! Får inte tas ombord! Måste ätas! Överflöd av mat är ett stort problem här. Heh...nja.
  
• Mina enda par jeans har nu gått sönder på två ställen, och eftersom de är de enda byxor jag kan visa mig i ute i offentligheten är det kris på att skaffa nya. Men jag köper hellre mat, eftersom det i förlängningen kommer att hålla mig vid liv. Se ovanstående kommentar.
  
• Jag håller på att få slut på rena kläder men jag orkar inte tvätta.


• Jag känner ett behov av att gå en anger-managementkurs. (no lie...)
  
• Finnar. (från norden.)
  

Goda nyheter från därhemma, däremot, är att Morris har fått en jäkla RADIO SHOW! Och vad som är ännu ballare är att han tänker spela mig under sin livesändning. Vågen! Nu! :D

"Is this what they call a jet-set lifestyle?"

The cardial collapse

W-w-well today Johanna has a job interview in Melboure! Unfortunately the job isn´t based in Melbourne but in Tasmania so if she gets it she well have to leave. She´s still pretty psyched, though (haven´t used that expression in years. where did it come from?) cause it´s for a good cause (hehe); fundraising for Amnesty.

The other night me and some new aquantainces from King Street Backpackers had a Halloween Party out on the town, and I met my second swedish-speaking Australian in less than five days. Instead of going to the cool alternative bar though, we went to this lame posh bar situated about a hundred miles away from the hostel , and I was wearing my killer shoes so I got all blistered up! But anyway, we still had a pretty sweet night making our own costumes out of toilet paper, tinfoil and string.

!!!! Just as I was writing this, I got a call about a job interview on wednesday!

Have to go to the amnesty thing.

"Fucking you was like fucking a tree."

Must stop being so angry, maybe.