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Back in Sydney!
03.30.05 (5:52 pm)   [edit]

Back in Sydney after one whole week in Melbourne. I'll have to say the return trip was disappointing. I didn't talk to anyone apart from the people that worked on the train and the yucky man that sat two seats behind me when he asked me where the rubbish bin was!


Actually...actually..I was in Car C originally but my seat was wobbly and I was complaining about it so much that they moved me from a very full car to an almost empty car.. G. There were only like ten people in that carriage as opposed to 100 in the other one. 4 of them were cute guys- heh.


I'd originally planned to do some work on the return trip- it was actually my reason for getting the train but..I couldn't be bothered. I read and slept the whole way. Was good, having some time to myself but... argh.. when I got back...they took the bags off the train and I noticed that one of the bags I had...wasn't there..they were being total assholes to me and basically ignoring me..I was like 'my bag?'...they spent a hour "trying to track down my bag" and then gave me a paper that was apparently stuck on the wall stating that one of my bags was left behind in Melbourne. I was furious to say the least. I actually only had the one bag until the mean man made me buy a stripy bag and remove the excess from my suitcase cause it exceeded the 20kg limit... The stripy bag got left behind, argh!! So..was mad at the mean man and the assholes at the station. They were not helpful at all.


I need to call Bertha(refer to a couple posts down)...


I start teaching tonight- pretty nervous. I hope the class goes well...


Jen, miss ya heaps xox


Luv K
 
The way I'm feeling...
03.27.05 (5:53 am)   [edit]

First of all, Happy Easter. (Belated! It's 12:50am on Monday morning. Easter ended almost a hour ago).


I feel bad.


I've gone into this quiet mood where I just don't want to talk. This is the second time I've gone into this mood since I've been in Melbourne. I can see it makes Jen worried. It's not her fault, honestly. I just withdraw into myself. I DO want to talk about it, I just don't have the words to. I just had a 2 or 3 minute crying session in Jen's room then came out, acted like nothing happened. I don't mean to be like this but I just can't help it. Sometimes...it feels like I can't talk for too long without my throat...knotting up and my eyes starting to water. I don't know why that is...


Jen said earlier tonight that I've been keeping things relatively light ever since I arrived, I haven't really talked about anything that's been bothering me or anything like that.


It's weird though, I came to Melbourne for a holiday, for a break from Sydney...yet I find myself talking with Sydney people..wondering how work's going and wondering what I missed at TAFE.... So much for leaving it behind...


I haven't had a bad time down here, quite the contrary actually. I've loved being able to relax..I even saw some people...Jen, David, Carolyn, Chantelle, Lissa, Ben, Amy and everybody else at Mela's last night. I've wandered around the markets, I've eaten out and done a variety of things. It's been a really good break but I find myself... thinking about Sydney.


I feel bad.


When I think about it, I don't know if I have anything wrong with me. I can't seem to point out issues that are bothering me.I just know I want to break down and cry and just....I don't know..


When I don't wanna talk- I basically go in shut-down. I have one word responses... I focus on something stupid like.. the other day at Subway..I focused on their 'maps' of New York on the wall... today, on television...It had football...and anyone that knows me..knows I hate football....or I just focus on the computer. I'm worried that 'shutting down' is going to become a habit.


I want to talk about things but...what is there to talk about? I don't know why I'm feeling the way I am.


I do appreciate Jen's hospitality and I hope I'm not driving her nuts.


She says it's fine but I can tell that it isn't.
 
Bertha and the dog
03.23.05 (5:27 pm)   [edit]
Aaah!
Bertha and the dog.

I was driving to work on Tuesday, just driving along. I saw a dog on the road. (It was a busy road!!!) I stopped to let it pass and made sure it was on the sidewalk. I drove a metre then stopped and thought 'I have to help that poor dog' so I got out of the car, left the motor running and looked for the dog. It was nowhere in sight then I saw it...I called it and it came to me...Picked it up and gave it a cuddle. It was dirty, smelly and kinda wet. I made moves to get back in my car...(yes, with the dog) when I spotted an old woman staring at me.. feeling very foolish and thinking the dog was hers and thinking that she might have thought I was trying to dognap the doggy. I went over and enquired if the dog was hers but she said 'no,its been going up and down the street for the last three hours'. I showed her the tag(it had a ph number)she invited me into the house and I was like 'uhh, my car..the motor's still running'... she said 'bring it in the driveway'...so I reversed and put it in the driveway- went into her house. The woman's name was Bertha...she called the number, no-one home.. And I was stressin' cause I started work in 10-15 mins so I said to her 'I have to go to work'..She said she'd keep the dog and keep trying to call the number.

I hope the dog's okay. Bertha gave me her phone number so I can call and check but I'm in Melbourne- guess it has to wait til I'm back home next week.

It had a strange name like 'Gaophes' or something, I'm not sure.

K
 
it's been a while
03.23.05 (2:55 pm)   [edit]
Like the title says, it's been a while.

I don't even know where to start... I'm in Flemington, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.I'm sitting in Jen's flat while she's at uni. I arrived yesterday and it's been great. Actually, it started getting great on the flight on the way. 40 min delay! Argh but... I had a window seat, woohoo..go Kat! :) There was no-one in the seat in between me and this guy. After sitting down and seatbelting up... I felt this sense of...relaxation if that doesn't sound totally lame! I hadn't left Sydney yet, the plane kept going around the airport but it felt like there was a load lifted. Like I didn't have to worry about anything for that week. The air hostess, well..one of them embarrassed me... took out the safety book thing out of the pouch in front of me and said 'read this'.. I was like 'uhh..ok'.. The guy looked a bit confused that she'd singled me out. (I have no idea how they knew I was deaf!) He took his safety book out and read it..then 5 mins later..they started doing the demonstrations. I think that confused him even further cause he was looking at the hostesses with this strange look on his face and this little smile.

I asked him the time, he didn't have a watch so asked the guy on the other side of the aisle. 9:25 and we hadn't taken off...argh... (8:45 was the scheduled take-off). Then he looked at me weird and said "You don't use your voice?" I told him I was deaf and then we started talking about where we lived, what we were going to Melbourne for and so on...by just lipreading each other but it progressed to writing to each other. I found out his name was Carl and he was going to Melbourne for the day for work. We talked about our jobs... *checks the book we wrote in*... about literacy skills in deaf people, how he knew some deaf people through his missionary work, about religion.. (he was a mormon..).. oh yeah, we did ages too..Me 18, 19 in 11 weeks :P and him 27, married, one son and a daughter on the way in 3 months. We also talked about our hearts and minds guiding us. It was a really good conversation. Not exactly normal for me to have that sort of conversation on a first meeting... Then we landed...he gave me his contact details etc.

Ooh, I want to tell you about Bertha and the dog. Remind me to.. It just doesn't fit in this story... I'll do a seperate entry...later...

Walking off the plane and through the terminal to baggage reclaim...first thing I saw was Jen's purple car through the windows. I debated whether I should wait for my suitcase or go and say hello first..I chose the second option.. :) We hugged and I dumped my backpack and handbag and went and got my suitcase.. SECOND BAG OFF THE RAMP! Score! We came back to the flat and just chatted...laughing and..catching up.. Then we had to go to Jen's uni..Deakin...IT'S HUGE! I was in shock, lol.. I sat in on one of her lectures then she had to go to a tute...so I hung around and just read etc..

We then went to Dave, Carolyn and Chantelle's house and basically chilled out, caught up... and watched tv. Got pizza for dinner and watched some more tv. Came back here..chatted for a while,went online, read a magazine then slept.

It was a great day. I'm feeling unbelievably relaxed. It's 11am on Thursday morning and I'm sitting in this chair in pj's, typing this blog and knowing that I should be doing my tafe work....James suggested a late lunch in St Kilda. We were supposed to meet tomorrow morning but he's free today. Problem is..I don't know where exactly I am. Hahaha, I know I'm in Flemington but that's all I know!!

Tonight Jen and I are going out for dinner and for icecream before coming back here and having a few drinks! It should be a very relaxed day!!! :)

Bertha and the dog coming soon....Comment people!- Make me feel loved :P
 
mmmm
03.13.05 (12:34 am)   [edit]

Hey all


Not really sure what to say.


Just feeling very isolated at the moment.


I have so much to say.


In a conversation- I'm able to talk but when it comes to free-writing on paper or even in tblog..i just feel stilted..trapped.


I'm gonna go.


K
 
wel...well..
03.12.05 (6:38 pm)   [edit]

Well, I'm using a template.


IT seems to be ok...for now..


But I'm not too happy with tblog at the moment.


So damn annoying, this mess-up.


K
 
:o)
03.03.05 (2:25 am)   [edit]

Where do I start? I don’t know. I was talking to someone and told him I was thinking about updating tonight about ‘life’. Not much’s been happening though. All I’ve been doing is spending insane amounts of  time with Rach, working, going to tafe and hmm, yeah..being busy. Although I’ve been a little sick.. *sniff sniff* I’ve got an ugly cold!


 


I didn’t go to TAFE nor work today. Couldn’t be assed. There’s a storm going on at the moment and my dogs are scared- Bree was curled up beside me before but went away- Bella took her place! Aaah! The love… *pat pat*


 


I’ve got an insane craving for a chocolate sundae from McDonalds..so insane that I think I’m going to go get one…..


 


Write some more later..when I get back...OI, WHAT IS WITH TBLOG? MY BLOG LOOKS CRAP AND ALL STRANGE LIKE...WHERES THE BACKGROUND..WHERES THE AAHHH STUFF!! GGGGRRRR


 


Luv always


 


ME!