![]() 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. 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. No, not just one timtam, or even two or five, but the ENTIRE PACKET. I refuse to consider the implications.ĭ) someone had eaten one of Christine's packets of timtams. ![]() Well, Yuri obviously got in and wreaked havoc in my room and I ended up with a chewed-beyond-repair umbrella.ī) someone had slept in my bed and tossed one of the blankets on my desk.Ĭ) someone had left their shirt at the foot of my bed. The day Christine and I returned from our travels, we discovered that:Ī) someone had left my door open, even though I had left a note right ON my door asking to keep it closed. Speaking of girl roommates, I really don't know how to act towards them. 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). 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. ![]() Which reminds me, I need to find a way to actually get to the bus station at 4 a.m. 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. Today Saturday, which means I have two more days in Australia before I leave. "Tea's in the kitchen, if you want to make yourself a cuppa." "Cuppa": slang for "cup of tea." I believe it's also used in England, I think.
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