Cuppa

"Cuppa": slang for "cup of tea." I believe it's also used in England, I think.

"Tea's in the kitchen, if you want to make yourself a cuppa."

Today Saturday, which means I have two more days in Australia before I leave. Two! AHHHH! Originally I thought that I would have Tuesday to mill around a bit, but then I discovered that my bus for the airport leaves at 4 a.m. on Tuesday (for my 6 a.m. flight). Which reminds me, I need to find a way to actually get to the bus station at 4 a.m. Hmm...

I know I've been saying this continuously, but time sure flies! Before I know it, it'll be Monday night and I'll be furiously packing to go home. Even though I don't want to leave Melbourne, a part of me is ready for the sunny So Cal weather, cheaper food and frustrating roommates (well, mainly the two girls; Bobby's alright). Speaking of girl roommates, I really don't know how to act towards them. The day Christine and I returned from our travels, we discovered that:
a) someone had left my door open, even though I had left a note right ON my door asking to keep it closed. The reason was to keep Yuri out. Well, Yuri obviously got in and wreaked havoc in my room and I ended up with a chewed-beyond-repair umbrella.
b) someone had slept in my bed and tossed one of the blankets on my desk.
c) someone had left their shirt at the foot of my bed. I refuse to consider the implications.
d) someone had eaten one of Christine's packets of timtams. No, not just one timtam, or even two or five, but the ENTIRE PACKET. What's even more aggravating was that the packets were enclosed in a plastic bag and set on top of my chest of drawers, which is off in the far corner of my room. It's not like the cookies were sitting on my bed or desk in plain view, not that the action would have been more excusable if it were.
To add insult to injury, the girls denied ownership of the shirt (and feigned ignorance as to why it was in my room). Zoe then had the gall to ask me to pay for repairs to the internet. The cost was $87.50, which was unbelievable. What? I was gone for three weeks and will be in the house for only five more days, why should I help repair for the internet? In response to my query, Zoe simply stared at me and then implied that it was a house problem and I was still part of the house. -_- I paid.

Given this list of grievances against my lesbian roommates, I was all set to hate them forever and write them off as horrible people. However, last night Zoe came up to me and asked if I was free Monday night. I said I was.
"Good, because I would like to do a house dinner type of thing to see you off. I'll see if everyone else is free. Would that be okay?"
I was so astonished that all I could do was smile and then hurry off to my room. What on Earth? I was a bit confused. Why the nice gesture when you've barged into my room and shamelessly used my things? Is this supposed to be a I'm-sorry-for-being-a-bitch-now-that-you're-leaving gesture, or are you actually doing this out of the goodness of your heart? 0_0

Wow, this entire post was me griping about my roommates, which is terrible because I intended to write about what my adventures in the Whitsundays, Darwin and the train ride to Adelaide was like. -_- Damnit, this is a travel diary, not a bitching blog! ARGGH! I apologize, dear readers. I'll write a much better entry later on tonight then. For now, I'm going to hit up some museums.