in the words of phil collins I CAN'T DANCE

my flatmate bryon forced me to go out with him and his friends last night. it was kind of funny because there were two americans, one girl from sweden, one girl from germany, and bryon our lone aussie. we went to northbridge which is known as the club district. we went to a club and ended up on the latino floor. there was salsa music blasting all night. after finishing a few jugs we hit the floor. i can't dance. let alone salsa dance. therefore with some encouragement from josephine, the swed, we busted out some funny moves. you know the grave digger, q-tip, and fax machine. you get the idea.

had class early this morning. i was ok though. it was my digital photomedia lab. for the first time in my life i used photoshop. it was difficult and i was one of the last students done with the assignment (we had to make a face out of vegetables). But i feel it is a very practical class and its about time i learn how to use photoshop.

had an interview at gloria jeans coffee shop. their coffee sucks but i need a job and the owners seemed to like me. they had me make them lattes. i was so nervous. i went behind the counter in my dress and stockings. i go back next week for a trial shift. i think thats a good thing?

going to claire's mum's house for dinner tonight. then going out to the city for the first time.

tomorrow is mischa's birthday bbq. he requested that i teach them how to play beer pong. he even has a white board to make it a tournament. legit. i might not be the best teacher but i am happy to share the american past time.

currently reading: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

currently listening to: TV on the radio