the beach
the cost of living here, if you take into consderation the exchange rate, is really cheap for me. so i figured that because i could, and this may be the last time i ever get to, i wanted to live by the beach. and i found a place! i'm going to board with this couple that i like to describe to be "hippies" in a house that is a 2 minute walk from the beach. they're even going to cook meals for me, like curries and shit, which i'm really excited about. when i met them we spent ages discussing politics and literature and journalism and free trade and paganism. ok, i'm not keen on paganism, but i think it's going to be great. oh, and all this for about US$300 a month.

we started scuba today. we were in this diving pool snorkeling, actually, and i'm not enjoying it, and i'm not looking forward to the nine weeks of scuba that i'll be doing. i'm going to come out with a dive control specialist certification from SSI when i'm all through, but i think i'd rather just take the nine weeks and travel the country. alas, i can't. but bugger all. i'm afraid of heights, but my brain trusts the equipment on the ropes course. maybe more experience will help me trust the scuba gear, but it's just so scary with all that hyperbaric chamber shit and stuff. eek.

if the scuba doesn't kill me, the driving will. oh, not my driving, because i'm doing pretty well on the wrong side of the road and car. it's all the people who drink and smoke up while they are operating an automobile that worry me. for real.

that's it for now. i ahve to go do homework. dumb fill in the blank bullshit for scuba. ugh. this only makes it all worse.

i'll stop whinging now.

cheers.