9:04am
Robert gave me an alarm clock that talks to tell you the time. He said it would make me feel at home because the clock has an accent. I'm staring at it now waiting for it to go off. I'm stubbornly awake and don't know why I just don't get up now. I have an online date with Shaughn at 10. I figured I should talk to him before Robert gets up. I wonder what I'm going to do today. I think I will go outside.
Ok, enough stalling. Time to get up.
4:00pm (so says the talking clock)
I just had a nap, trying to combat the lightness in my head that just won't go away, but my short sleep was full of fitful dreams so it didn't really do much good. I want Robert to come in here and check on me or something, but he can't read my mind and I haven't even spoken to him yet today.
(In the dream Shaughn was disappeared as Shaughn sometimes is, only this time I really couldn't find him even for active searching and his hiding seemed on purpose and malicious. Then upon finding him (he told me he'd been there all along), we decided we should probably get the dishes done. **the rest of this dream has been censored**
Earlier today, Robert's dad and Alex (Robert was still asleep) took me into Frankston's CBD to a bank by the shopping complex where a nice bank teller helped me get Australian currency. We walked around the complex (mall) a bit. It was very busy, probably because it's a long weekend, and there was an interesting mix of people there.
Alex is a wonderful bright boy who seems very interested in the differences between my country and his. Steve and Aileen have been very welcoming and helpful, even more hospitable than I expected. I hope I am able to accurately let them know how much I appreciate it.
Even Frankston seems big and bustling and confusing and it's not even the real city. We parked at a looking point along the coast and Steve showed me the tall Melbourne buildings in the distance and the hills through the mist with a name I can't remember that are always in the north. I looked at the ocean for a long time while he talked and tried to pay enough attention to sift through his accent.
Angela just came in and invited me to a club tonite. I don't really feel up to going but promised myself that I would refuse no experience here (I think Johann taught me that). So we've got to find suitable club clothes. I'd better get up. 4:20pm
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