I like Romantic Moonlit Sunsets...

This is my second uneventful saturday in Clayton. The day began with good intentions. I wokeup at a reasonable time because I wanted to get to the bookshop to check the price of my german and french books but they weren't even open. And it also hailed sometime after breakfast. Then the sun came out and William and I headed off to the library to do come required readings. History of TranslationTheory is boring by the way. At 4:30pm we decide its time to head back to the halls to get a bite to eat and then catch the bus to the Chadie (The Chadstone: coined as the largest shoppign center in the southern hemisphere). As soon as we get back it starts hailing and raining and some serious winds are howling outside my window. We eat lunch and check the bus schedule and figure out that on weekends the bus stops running at like 6pm. And the Chaddie closes at 5ish pm. However they have the Nightrider which takes you from the city to Clayton from12am to 6 or 7 am, but they have no buses that take you to the city after like 6pm. Without a car you are literally trapped in Clayton.

On a happier note, we saw a motorcycle rally drive by the halls on Blackburn Road from Williams window. It was just dozens and dozens of scruffy motorcycle riders riding by with their loud motorcycles doing nothing special. Also, this past wednesday was Free Pasta Night for all of the Halls and it was basically mediocre pasta with 4 choices of sauce, garlic bread with chocolate cake and wine, beer and orange juice. I had my share of wine and began to draw on my placemat instead of listening to the speeches of the candidates for secretary of Howitt Hall and many other positions I could care less about. I voted for the guy who looked like Napoleon Dynomite. Fair enough. So I draw some sort of hideous half man half geometrical shap on my palce mat and the Deputy Head RA person sees it and gives me the job of drawing notices on the chalkboards for floors 11 and 12. Because I'm artistic. And in fact I am. I have a BS of Science in General Arts that proves it.

So while designing the notices for the chalkboard on floor 12, I realize that evey single day I can see the sun set from my room window. And it's not just any ordinary sunset. Its a sunset seen from Clayton, setting on the ocean right in Melbourne. All from my window.

Clayton is good for something- sunsets.