Day 112

So I have been failing with this whole, writing every day thing. The thing is that I literally have NOTHING interesting to talk about! Every activity that other people are doing I can't do because I'm either working or in class, and as soon as I have free time, nothing is going on so I just study. At least I'm making a good amount of money every week and gaining about 15 dollars in tips a night (nothing compared to this douchebag I work with who takes everyone elses tips -- he makes about 100 a night. I WONDER WHY. We all hate him and one of my highlights of the night is just talking with everyone in the restaurant -- cooks, bartenders, waiters/waitresses alike -- about how much we hate him). All that's keeping me going in this job is knowing that it's the reason I was able to do such awesome things like skydiving and Tasmania and snorkeling with cuttlefish. Only a few more weeks and then I'll be done and ready to just have fun in Australia again!

But something absolutely ridiculous did happen last night at the restaurant. So I was working inside all night which was absolutely dead since it was so hot out, but then got switched to working outside when one of the girls went home. I walk out and the first thing my coworker says to me is YOU TAKE 41, I CAN'T TAKE IT. I looked over and thought, okay, it's a big table of 8 people, she might have just had a long day. So I go over there and ask if they'd like anything to drink, and they all start cracking up histerically. It took me about 2 seconds to realize they were all high off their asses on something to the point where one of them couldn't even talk legibly. The rest of them could speak just fine, but because of the nonstop giggling it took a good 20 minutes to get their entire order because they kept just telling me they wanted "pasta". We have probably over 60 different kinds of pasta combinations. That table was definitely a struggle to get through, but at the end they left me 10 dollars in coins and an array of lollies! The lollies I decided to pass on seeing as I would not be surprised in the slightest if they were spiked with heroin, but the 10 dollars was definitely appreciated.

Now it is officially our last week of school, and even though I got next to no sleep last night I still decided to get up and go to my 9am class to get some good karma for the week. The universe repaid me by making it rain the entire walk over here and now not even 30 people are here in my class of over 200 students. And we're learning material that I've already learned before. This makes me highly doubtful of this karma thing.