So what exactly have i been doing lately.

Not taking Hannuman out is one thing ive been doing.
Yeah. I should change that.
But anyway. what have i been doing?

Holy fuck. the last time i wrote about myself was the 18th. A fair bit has happened since.
At some point after the 18th i got fed up with being all lonely and shit and decided that i should do something about it.
As fun as trying to make all your friends based on talking to strangers is its not the easiest way of convincing people you aren't insane.
Its strange right, you talk to everyone and you tell a story and get them laughing but they still regard you as a bit of a weirdo.
Its probably the beard.
goatee.
Thing.
Yeah i cut my goatee because i didn't want to not get the job at Grill'd
Which i totally got. and have been working there for the past 2 days. Its like working at Angus burger except the people who run it aren't fucking retarded.
Oh god i totally derailed myself. i'm going to go back to what i was talking about before and then return to the topic of Grill'd
Right. So I was looking through my emails and i saw a few from couchsurfing and it hit me
Why the fuck wasn't i meeting up with couchsurfers?
So. i signed myself up to literally every couchsurfing activity in the next month.
I went to two of them.
But thats not the point! i met loads of cool people there.
So it was Wednesday night and there was a couchsurfing drinks at a place on victoria st. Google maps said it was close to flinders st station but really it was about 2 ks north. I didn't know this and i started moping around town until i asked a dude where victoria st was.
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
I fucking cracked the fuck up. I mean think of it. i am walking around in a town, the streets SWARMING with people. It just so happens the first person i ask for directions is going the same place i was!
Well anyway. he is this Italian dude who just oozes italianess. The accent the clothes and later on the picking up chicks.
He was a fucking good character and beat me at pool which i would like to think is a pretty hard task.
Anyway so we are walking around looking a bit lost and this couple walk up to us and say
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
We fucking lose it.
We start cracking jokes about us gathering a following and how i look a bit like jesus so maybe i'm just the new messiah. Eventually we figure out that it is 2 ks down the road and take a tram.
It still strikes me as absurd that i met 3 other people in the wrong part of town looking for the same thing..
Nuts.
We get there have some drinks and say hi to everyone. get to know some characters drink some more. I had scotch in my bag. Fortified my beer with it. Terrible fucking idea, tasted like trash. got a few numbers and we made our way home.
Well the italian guy didn't he went to a club to pick up some girls.

The next time i went when i got there i got into a conversation with a british fellow. He was nice enough and had some funny shit to say he wouldn't have been a bad guy if it hadn't been for the fact
EVERY FUCKING THING RELATED TO THAI PROSTITUTES.
"So are you saying you wouldn't get with anyone overseas (to someone else)"
"Theres no problem with that! in Thailand thats what you go there to do!"

"So what was the last concert you went to?"
"well i wouldn't call it a concert but i went to this sex show in Thailand...."

"Whats your guys favourite drink?"
"Long island iced tea, I used to always get them when i was AT FUCKING BROTHELS INT TAHISLLANDNDNSNEUB"

The problem wasn't so much the fact that he talked about brothels almost constantly because i have to say he had some fine fine stories it was merely the company we were in and the tone of conversation at the time. Its like when your having a chat at a party and theres always that one guy that wont stop talking bout weed.

Speaking of which.
Night of the Grand Final a girl from couchsurfing was having a party. she invited all the couchsurfers over. I figured she had a sizable apartment to fit all the people that would come because she put it on couchsurfing weeks beforehand.
Nope.
Nah her flat was about the size of my Dunedin flats lounge or my old christchurch houses upstairs lounge.
I came way early because i had been drinking with ryan over skype with dylan and his girlfriend. When i arrived i wasn't aware how early it was because well. I was drunk.
Turns out i was an hour before it shouldve started and very unfashionably early.
Didn't matter all too much because i got to know the girl who was hosting the party.
She is a stripper who loves all things latin. (she was especially pleased i bought tequila) we talked about the similarities between busking and stripping but she assured me that stripping wasn't about the show but how well you could suck the money out of the men.
When we got back from getting ice we had some shots of tequila.
People arrived. Then more people arrived. then we had like fucking 50 people in this room and you literally could not move.
It was like being in an orgy with all the closeness and none of the eroticism.
Then we had the bright idea to move to the basement where the apartment building has a communal lounge.
We fucking swamped the people already there but hey? who gives a damn.
So the only thing to do now was drink more.
I'm pretty sure everyone at that party thought i was a scungy fuck. I just shotted back shot after shot after shot. I had a ball and offered everyone my tequila.
It was the thing to do. everyone chucked their booze on the bench and everyone took everyones. I liked it. my tequila went down quick. but i didn't mind there were plenty of tastier things.
I was going to return to the dude who only talked about weed but thats pretty much the story
He talked about weed too much.
Fuck that was a mad yarn cameron
Damn right .
I went home with someone (wonderful person i hope i meet her again) and in my drunken stupor i forgot my jacket.
It was a mangy old thing but it held alot of memories. That old black jacket had literally lasted me for years. i think i got it when i was 15.
Holy fuck.
Well. Now the the nostalgia is over i'll tell you the real reason i'm pissed i lost it.
It had my passport in it.

Oh yeah.
Damn right.

I'm gon get my identity stolen fo sho.
So i went back to the basement and it was goddamn pristine. Nothing was there. Not my jacket, nothing.
Went to reception but because it was sunday there was no one on.
I went monday and the cleaner hadn't found it, no one else had.
Went to the police, nope.
I don't reeeally know what to do.
I'll fix it.

Came back from work today nd bought some new shoes.
Went into the shop and started looking at the shoes. looked back to one of the girls working there and the conversation went like this
"How much are those?"
"...eferngr. always say....... clubs... how much are those?"
"I heard pretty much half of what you said and the second half makes no sense because of that"
" Guys are always like that "how much?" You know? in the clubs they come up and say "How much are ya? ya know?"
" Oh riiight ok now i understand.... Hmm.. i was just about to say "you must get that alot" until i realised how horribly offensive that would've been."
She then proceeded to tell me half the shoes were shit and i shouldn't buy them but i found some less shit ones and i got a discount cos they were scuffed.
We talked about how i came here on 50 bucks and my plans and how her lifes dream was to steal the couch that we were sitting on and how i have a wonderful radio voice.
I then bought the shoes and she told her co-worker that i did politics at uni to which i replied
"actually it was a double major thank you very much politics and theatre. so either way i wasn't getting any money." co-worker thought that was clever. i was pleased.
she told me to come back any time "but you know you dont have to buy anything just come back to talk"
I intend to come back after work tomorrow just because it was a good yarn.
Damn those shoes feel good.
Damn my writing has gone down hill
Damn i'm tired holy fuck.

I think some other shit happened but i dont fucking know tis 1 am get off my back fuck.