Ok…So I haven’t blogged in a while…So here it is!!!
My week was filled with plenty of assignments. 3 tests to catch up on, a lab assignment due, and a research paper on the association between depression and erectile dysfunction. Yay…or should I say boring. I didn’t want to write the paper and almost fell asleep trying to read through the research articles. But I got it done. As for the 3 tests, I did alright. And the lab assignment I still have to wait and see, but I think I did good on that.
Moving away from school, and moving via a crazy bus to the mall. Yes…I decided to go to the mall and purchase a cell phone from the actual providers store, since the other stores (similar to our Best Buy and Future Shop) did not want to sign me up for a two year plan because my VISA is only for one year (which VISA does by the way, and then you have to renew it before the expiry date). On the way to the mall I see the bus pull up at the terminal. I haven’t taken this specific bus before, so I ask the driver “Is this the bus that goes to the Base?” (the base being the name of the shopping complex here just outside of town). His response back to me was “Did you look at the sign? What does it say, huh? WHAT DOES IT SAY!!! It says THE BASE!!! Maybe I should write THE BASE on a cardboard box and shove it in the window”. Rude driver, but it was the only bus there for the next half hour so I got on. As soon as I get in the bus I realize he has a radio hooked up blaring random music. It started off with the Beatles (which as much as I don’t like, I could tolerate). The it moved on to some French music. The random Maori chanting. And then some song from the 50’s in some other random foreign language. Multicultural….oh yes…but it began to annoy me and piss me off. Suddenly, like a miraculous act of God, his radio broke. I secretly laughed watching him get all pissed off and struggling to fix it. Oh he got what he deserved. I was happy………Until the next stop where about 10 mentally challenged individuals overtook the bus and got on screaming and yelling at each other from every seat. This bus right was a complete JOKE!
Finally I got there, signed up for a plan, but have yet to get the phone. You see, in New Zealand everything is A la Carte…Including phones and phone plans. Oh well, I’m going back there tomorrow to complain and hope I get my phone.
Despite my bas experiences that day, most New Zealander’s are the friendliest people I’ve met. Just walking home, people walking by you say “Hello” and “Good Evening”. It’s kind of nice compared to Canada where people just walk by minding their own business. Takes some getting used to though. Take tonight for example……I went outside for a quick smoke since I cant smoke inside (and yes yes everybody, I’m not smoking as much and am getting closer to quitting). Anyways, as I’m smoking, this random guy walks across the road up to me. In Canada, you would be scared about what this person wants. Turns out, he just wanted a cigarette…..and then out of nowhere pulls out a bottle of wine, a glass, asks me if I want some wine, and caries on a 15 minute conversation about quantum mechanics and how signals propagating across an axon travel faster than the speed of light. Interesting…….I think he was drunk. HAHAHAHA! Actually, turned out he was a PhD student studying quantum mechanics, needing a smoke, and wanting to boast about his research. At least it beats Toronto where he most likely would have been a crazy guy wanting to steal your money and stab you. Still…Always good to be careful…people are friendly here, but there is a lot of issues with drinking and a large jailed population.
Despite all this, I’m setting in pretty good. Except the fact that nobody believes in ice here, most people drink instant coffee (YUK!) and a regular sized pop at McDonalds is the same size as our small sized pop. And their television commercial are graphic. They have one about drunk driving where a man is talking on the phone with his wife, all of a sudden she cant hear him anymore, and then you see that he just got into a car accident and is behind the wheel of the car dead with blood dripping out of his head. I think they get their point across better than our commercials with the crazy girl (who I bet is really drunk) singing a song at the local bar about not drinking and driving. That commercial looks like it was filmed in 1992 on a budget of $50. Go Canada.
Anyways everybody, I’ll be blogging again soon with more amusing stories. Hope you are enjoying my adventures and having a few laughs at my expense. Can’t wait to hear all the stories from Canada when I’m back.
See ya
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