I'm headed to Sydney and Melbourne for break! Woooooo!
| Butterbeer! Yes! |
But more on that in a bit.
First and foremost, HP Alliance Trivia Night was a success! Questions were answered, butterbeer was served, and silliness was aplenty. Every team had to make up a name. I can't remember all of them, but two of the better teams who kept going into the "sudden death" round were Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore (aka Dumbledore's full name) and Lightning Strikes (all members had a lightning bolt on their foreheads). We were the Marauders because we're that awesome, duh. Winners of each round got a free jug of beer. 'Twas very, very fun, and everyone else in
Anywho, the Saturday following that was my chemistry midterm (boooo) but hours prior was my first social sport/intramural soccer game (yay!). We're a team of individuals who have never played together before but still won 4-0. Awesome. And I scored! Bonus! So that was fun. But it did make me miss club at school. Let's face it: most Aussies, Scottish-born Aussies, Canadians, and Frenchmen do not know "Bojangles" or "Smang It." But that's besides the point.
That night was also the birthday of two friends from Rutgers who threw an "American-style" party complete with red cups (ordered off Amazon), jungle juice (which ended up being a goon-y sangria type of thing, still good though), beer pong (which was too expensive, so water pong was the alternative), and flip cup. Nothing makes you have a proud-mama moment more than seeing a table of non-Americans playing beer pong next to a table of non-Americans playing flip cup after teaching them. I would call that a cultural success.
And the rest of this week has been boring and filled with finishing up assignments. Blah.
BUT it is now mid-semester/Easter break!
| Me on break obviously |
Heart-breaking fact of the day: There is no 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney :( I google-mapped it in hopes of finding
Fun fact of the day that almost puts my broken heart back together: I have mentioned this to a few people the first time I read it, but I shall share it again. The "P. Sherman" part of "P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney" was a joke among Pixar or whoever was working on the movie (I can't remember the details): it's "fisherman" with a Filipino accent. Teehee.
Assignment (yes, I'm giving you one): Say "good eye might" fast. Good. Now, you speak Australian, too. (Thanks to Sam for that one)
Okay, enough pre-trip shenanigans. I should probably finish packing. For a lot of you, enjoy/don't die within your last few weeks of classes. I have faith in you guys!
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