Yeeaaaa Friday!!! ...Oh wait. 2.11.11

It was Friday and what was on my mind: Classes and coffee!

First of all, the reality set in of it being 3 DAYS until the start of classes. YEWWWW!!!! Mind you, I haven't been in classes since mid-December. And here it was, mid-February. It was so nice to have had the entire month of January to prepare for leaving the US and spend time with my American boy, best friends, and family. But gosh, it had been a while since I had had to focus and, well... write a paper!

Second order of business, possibly more important than the first - breaking my dry spell: This girl needed coffee!!!!! Being a coffee addict (2+ cups per day), having not had coffee in nearly 2 weeks, I not only wanted, I needed coffee. Solution: Sarah and I ventured to my new guilty obsession:

The place where they call me by first name... ;o)

I cannot tell you the pure joy that overtook my body after I once again had my "Iced Mocha, no whip,  please!"

Once that caffeine hit my lips - I knew for a FACT that this was not the semester that I was going to give up coffee. So in somewhat of a nervous panic, Sarah and I dissected our class schedules, trying to map out the best times to make a Gloria Jean's run (wayyyy better than Starbucks, by the way!) in between classes. Okay... if we have 30 minutes in between classes, that means we have 10 minutes to physically run down the hill, 10 minutes to order and get our drinks, and 10 minutes to race the clock back up the hill and be sitting in class. Yep, should be plenty of time to make it to the Wharf and back to campus. Fail. We timed it... 40 minute round trip. Back to the drawing board... 

The Mojo Surf trip was that weekend and everybody was going. Seriously... at 6pm when the bus left, there was pretty much just Liza and myself left on campus. $200 for a weekend of surfing?  Just not my thing... Especially if you couldn't even get me to the hour long (free) surf safety course. It was silent on campus. Which was straight-up bizarre because all I had known of this campus was the buzz of students' excitement 24/7. Well now you could hear a pin drop... and the birds.

the devil itself

Ohhhh the birds. Yes, the birds of Australia were... awful. Completely dreadful. When Skyping Dustin, he asked very concerned, "Is that a baby crying?"  Nope - just the birds outside. They give an awful screeching sound. They sound sickly. Like sheep flying by your window. Just dreadful. They wake you up in the morning, they disrupt silence, and they are a complete eyesore.

I'm not a violent person, but I have envisioned taking these awful birds out, one by one.

It was Friday - HECK YES!! Oh wait... 2 more days of freedom and it's "go time". Merrr. At least there was coffee to save the day.