At Least I'm Not Bored

Dunedin is a fascinating little town. I can't decide if it's big or if it's small. I suppose it's both. Is it posh or is it small town hick? Again, probably both. Well, Kelley and I (okay, more me than her) have a slight addiction to eating out and seeing movies. In between those two locales, both of which vary, we have seen the most odd things. The other night, we saw heaps of teenage girls wearing lots of eyeshadow and clashing layered clothing, costume style. They were running around and screaming in the center of town with huge buses everywhere. What was the occasion? I'm still unsure. Then yesterday, we were walking through to the theatre and there was a convention going on in the center of town. It was the Weed Club. Yes, you heard me right -- there were dreads and hackeysacks everywhere! The icing on the cake was that there was a three foot tall paper mache bong. No joke. Doesn't that just make your day?

Also, there are usually random students walking around in wigs and body paint and monkey costumes. I awoke to a float being built outside my window for a parade I never saw or heard of. There are frequent chaotic drinking games in the large yard near my flat -- at noon on a Tuesday, or something equally random.

I really hope that I never get completely used to seeing unexpected things. It's fun to be surprised in life, and there's nothing like collegiate life to keep it unpredictable.