Friday fun in the office

Tonight I'm off to the footy! Very random I know - but a friend has organised a group of us to go and I figure it can't be too bad in a large group. Plus, what else am I going to do? Study? Haha.

Today I learnt that the photocopier can scan stuff and send it to my computer! How fun is that!

Got my placard...

Oooo, I really want to go to Sydney this weekend for the APEC-a-rama. Might get a chance to throw a rotten tomato at some world leader... Haha, or to get arrested - which could be fun? Be a shame to go my whole life without being arrested. Clearly I need to take some red paint. That's how the protesting gets done these days it seems. Of course I should just stay here and get some uni work done, but that's DULL! I just can't wait to see what goober outfit the PM dresses everyone in. Honestly, who organises this stuff?!

All cooped up

Today I spent all morning sitting in classes at the English school and all afternoon sitting in front of the computer at my real job. It sucks. How do people sit in stuffy offices all day anyway? I need a bit more fresh air than an enclosed room can provide I think. All that recycled air... I guess if I eventually end up teaching English it won't be so bad because I can (hopefully) find work someplace where I won't have to be inside all day. At least find a place with windows!

Small world

On Thursday one of my classmates told me the most amazing story. This woman is an international student from Norway and she's living in the city, Sturt St I believe. The previous Friday she had been sitting at home alone, bored, so at 10:30ish decided to go out for a walk. She walked past a pub, heard live music and went inside for a look. She had been watching the band for not 2 minutes when a bloke she didn't know approached her and started up a conversation. Hearing her accent, it wasn't long before he asked where she was from. He said, "Oh, I had a sweetheart from Norway - she was from a little town on the west coast but she went home years ago". My friend asks, "Really, what's the town called?". It's her town. It's the same tiny little village she gre up in and she KNOWS the sweetheart! How crazy! She even gave him a phone number he could catch up with her.

It doesn't end there.... they keep talking and eventually the band finishes and the singer came down to join them and the conversation turns to why my friend decided to come to Adelaide. Her dad lies in Pt Lincoln. Oh yeah, there's a few Norweigans in Pt Lincoln, what's his name then? The singer's dad has worked with her dad for years! How creepy - I know Adelaide is good at that and everyone knows everyone - but it's totally amazing that these 3 people from all over the world are connected in this tiny pub!

2 sides to everyone...

I've been photoshopping. I took a photo of myself, cut one side of my face off, flipped it to make a symmetrical Jo. The first one is the Right Jo, the second the Left Jo. It's pretty creepy I think!