Thursday, October 14, 2010

326 Days in the Wonderful Land of Oz...

I love having my nails done, and four girls with the same underwear.  I love cute dresses and short shorts.  I love the smell after it's been raining.  I love Sarah's 'Medieval' tree and how you can find a vast array of flowers and trees in one spot.  I love the sound of the waves and the heat of sun-baked skin.  I love jumping on beds when things are good, and slamming doors when they're not.  I love that bleached haired eight year old's are surfing on any day at any given beach.  I love that coffee has it's own culture and that it's an art in this country.  I love 'toonie' times and how loud Jazzy can laugh.  I love Micheal Buble in the morning, and Justin Timberlake at any time of the day.  I love the diversity of the cultures represented and learning the differences between them.  Also, I love how funny some words sound when paired with certain accents.  I love how 'Trainwreck' is allowed to do and say whatever he wants.  I love that any meal can be fixed with thickened cream.   I love how we're loosing count of how many Jupee's there are, and arguing about how it's spelt.  I love Cory's bounce step and Breezy's intense swagga.  I love skating and going to Mad Mex.  I love how we've adopted each other's words and created our own language.  I love the sunset on the rocks at Maroubra.  I straight up love Robert Ferguson and Joel A'Bell.  I love listening to conversations I don't understand.  I love family dinners and charades.  I love chapel and sticking to the side vibe.  I love that a certain someone's boyfriend is 'so pretty'.  I love that seeing the Opera House still makes me feel like I'm dreaming.  I love how some non-English words have completely replaced some English ones.  I love watching movies and playing with hair.  I love listening to Jordan and Seamus when they're both determined to be right. I love how Hoyt's Cinema and The Establishment compete for our attention every Tuesday night.  I love Mr. Lspoonspoon and how we laughed so hard it was actually immense physical pain.  I love sleeping across from someone and spending half the night just talking, giggling and sometimes crying.  I love going through food phases, like oats, garlic bread and banana bread.  I love how just walking across the street, and even taking the bus, can be a life threatening endeavor.  I love how the red bandanna and the movie voice have become trade marks.  I love seeing dogs chillin outside Coles and how you will see someone you know there any time and every time you go, no matter how often in one day.  I love snuggling with the girls in a big bed.  I love that I have a brunette twin.  I love being called xuxu and getting my nose pet for what seems like forever.  I love hair days and kraft dinner with lemon pepper.  I love that Thursdays are spent at Starbucks when it's cold and Moore Park when it's sunny.  I love that six girls can somehow manage to share two bathrooms.  I love dark chocolate tim tams and learning how to steam milk.  I love listening to everyone's advice, even when I didn't ask for it, or even want it.  I love watching movies at the top of the hill.  I love the long walk home from the city after the buses have stopped running.  I love to hate the birds and the bugs.  I love Sukithai and French House.    I love that American and Canadian roommates can catch themselves swapping their ya'lls and eh's.  I love a freckle on an eyebrow and a red dot on a bottom lip.  I love that nothing needs to go unsaid and that anything is permissible, if not probable.  I love that mullets run rampant.  I love watching soccer and hearing football highlights.  I love 'beans', 'bag' and 'pasta' eh?  I love dancing, busking and freezing on the Opera House steps.  I love birthdays, dressing up and dance parties.  I love all the good times, the times that are heavy, when we're just living the dream, and but especially I just love that we do life together.  I love Australia, but I mostly just love the people, even though none of us are Aussie. =P

Oh, also, "We Love Rap Music".

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