As I was moving out of Around the World backpackers I walked past this one house that smelled pretty bad. I asked T.K. if he knew who lived in that house and he looked at me dead serious and said his mom. I was just like uhhhhmmmm this is going to be awkward. But he insisted I tell him what I was going to say. So I told him it smelled like someone had died. Brett was there and he laughed but I still don't know if T.K. was joking or not.

So I thought I would have a job by the end of the week...but here I am, still unemployed. The problem is mostly with me though. I need to just go out there and give my resume to everyone. Someone has gotta bite. I almost applied to Burger King. That was a dark moment. But I decided against it. My best prospects right now are Sullivan's Irish pub and the Cathedral square cafe which is a little strange because it's in the actual cathedral. I don't think God wants us to go to church and drink coffee at the same time. But maybe I'm wrong.

My flat is really nice. It's in the "suburbs" of Christchurch, like a 15 min. walk out of the city center. I have a cherry tree and a grapefruit tree and an orange tree and a lime tree. So if all else fails I will pick fruit and sell it on the side of the road. I also have a cat named Cuddles that comes around a lot. I pretend she is mine. I also have two Chinese flatmates who are learning English. Right now they are having an Asian party so I better go.