free loading

The direct result of free loading = hair picking up the smell of sausages to be carried around from class to class for the rest of the day.  Ew.

 I swear I was sweating sausages in the gym.  Horrible.

Poor college student + raised to be frugal + fatass tendencies = daily search for free food

of which the Uni has a lot of... thank goodness.  I'm pretty sure I've arranged to feed myself with free shit every single day of the week - can we say winning?

I have never in my life eaten so many hot dogs (or, rather, sausages on slices of bread with tomato sauce, BBQ sauce and honey mustard today(!) )...it's quite disgusting, but it'll do.

[There's a chance I may revert to vegetarianism when I get home...]

And discovered the deliciousness of just-add-milk pancake mix.

[Added later]

Went to explore the night market at closing, and I was shocked, just shocked that the food stalls weren't offering us their leftover stuff.  And no samples.  What is this madness?

To be continued in a later post...

Ducklings and chickens at the market to which my dad commented "they're so expensive!"

I had an urge to purchase one to keep at my desk whilst I work.  Or pretend to work.

Heyyyyy, lab report, catch-up lecture recordings, and biochem midterm (morning after I get back from Sydney...poor planning at its finest//this is how much I miss Bernard&Kyle) I'm putting off to write this post...how are ya?

Graffiti alleyway because every good city needs one.  I tried real hard to get a "candid" of me walking past one of the walls (because I was dressed particularly grungy that day), but it didn't work.  It would've been very cool and prof pic worthy if I were a bit photogenic.
[EDIT] revisited on a different, drizzley day and the Joker was touched up.

 

 

Soup shop (cauldrons!) tucked away in darling alleyway (not pictured because blogspot keeps fucking rotating it the wrong way) in the city. Places like this give me a sense of urgency, knowing I don't live here and have the rest of my life to explore it all.  It's final; it's decided - fuck the 'burbs, I'm settling in the city.

Speaking of city, speaking of Seattle, speaking of businesses based in Seattle...I met a recent grad who works for Allrecipes.  Am I stupid for never realizing people could work with them... I mean, isn't it all user submission?  Anywaysssss, she's here for nearly a year (?) just exploring Aussie for recipes.  Casual.  No big.

I want her life.

Bumming around the world for food?  Hell yes.  Absolutely.  We'll call that Plan C (after Plan A: become personal chef/maid to richest friend and Plan B: actually succeed in what I want to succeed in).

No worries, cheers, yeahyeahyeahyeah, no/know/go.

I love the way they talk.

It makes me laugh when people tell me I have an accent.  I don't have an accent, liars.  Although, briefly met a Singaporean girl who managed to pick out that I am from the east coast - how impressive is that?  I didn't think I sounded east coasty.  I can't even tell when someone is from the east coast. 

BOOTS.  I want boots.  Desperately.

I can't handle this windy/cold/unpredictably rainy weather without boots.

Silly me, thinking I could get by with just 4 pairs of shoes (one of which are heels, one of which are running shoes = two of which I can't wear on a daily basis) whilst everyone else in my group brought like... 20.  Literally.

Everyday is a battle between spend and no spend.  From second to second it goes like this...

Okay Amelia, just buy the food, you love food, splurge on food.

Fuck, no, need to save money on clothes, it'll last longer

and you can tell people that you got it in Australia, splurge on that super cute, super unique dress that was designed in Melbourne, do it.

No, you can't though, what about travel?  What about Singapore and Hong Kong and New Zealand?

And you'll be spending a shitton in those places, right?

But seriously, the food, it looks so good,

wait, I think there's free shit today, just wait until lunch, and you can use that money to shop,

But if I just stick to the outlets and thrift stores, then there's money for food,

...buy that artisan bread, do it, you love carbs.

Okay that last part was just from yesterday when I walked into Rustic Sourdough against all reason.

Came out with a loaf of roasted pumpkin and half priced vinefruit and rosemary.  I am such a happy camper right now.  Dreaming of ways to eat it, resisting munching on it right now...

Been informed my dad's losing weight since I'm not around to make fatty, sugary cheesecakes - glad someone's losing weight because between the jars of peanut butter and loaves of bread and free sausages, it's not going to be me.

 This $100 a week is not working.

See this hotel everyday as I walk to Uni.  I quite miss my baby brother (and his post-The Amazing Spiderman antics).