I'm a Lumberjack and I'm okay.

So I had my first day at Norquay ski resort today as a Lift Attendent - Attendent being the key word because we have to be attentive at all times. Well, this is according to my manager. I'm pretty sure he's the only man on the planet who can use the word 'safety' 30 times in one sentence. My job pretty much entails slowing the chair down for when people get on and diving for the stop button anytime some poor child gets caught under the chair lift. It seems like a pretty sweet job and the people are all really cool, so happy days. And before you ask, I'm not quitting GAP, I'll just be working there 3 hours a week (which was what I was working there anyway. I'm not even kidding).

So finally feeling like I'm actually living here, instead of having an extended holiday.

Bought a plaid lumberjack shirt the other day which is making me feel a little more Canadian (self indulgent photos up soon). Regardless of this fact, I still get asked which part of Australia I'm from. Still hitting the town hard on certain nights, but not nearly as much as I'd like to. Apparently there's a dubstep night coming up at Hoodoos which would be great, as I'm getting a little bit sick of The Black Eyed Peas' I gotta a feeling. Oooooo, oooooo.

And I'm starting to think my blog titles are way better than the blogs themselves.

The times they are a changin'...

They certainly are. People have begun working so the party times have somewhat declined. Not that that's a bad thing, since I could do without spending ridiculous amounts on rye and gingers every single night. GAP (or Gay and Proud as my housemates call it, those crazy kids) is going good. I spend most of my time folding jeans and putting things back in the wrong place. Not exactly fulfilling work but it beats becoming a male prostitute. On a more positive note, had an interview for a part-time lift operator at the Norquay ski resort, which would allow me to get a free ski pass. And even better, they said there might be an opportunity to film a new training video for the resort. It'll hardly be the new Citizen Kane, but at least it would allow me to demonstrate some of my rusty filmmaking skillz (notice the 'z' there).

Went snowboarding for the second time today, and whilst I feel like ragdoll falling down a mountain, I think its starting to click. Which is nice. I think I might get some crappy skis as well, just to remind what it feels to be able to stand on snow without falling on my arse ALL THE TIME.

Oh, and also we got an Xbox360 with Guitar Hero World Tour.

It. Kicks. Ass.

Hasta la victoria siempre!

So it was Halloween the other night, and in true Canadian style we were made to get very drunk and parade around town in very skimpy costumes. Luckily I chose a costume that would allow for maximum bagginess and limited revealiness, unlike my other 'zany' (yes, we're bringing this word back) housemates who spent half the night undressing most of their outfits just to take a piss. [Note to self: must get morphsuit when I return home] Turns out not many people know who Che Guevara is around these parts, as I got many shouts of 'terrorist!', 'Saddam!', and 'Fidel!' - but I suppose I can forgive the last one. I even got a couple of guys (who were dressed up as hobos at the time) into an argument about the precise roles Fidel and Che had in the Cuban Revolution. So it was an odd night, and was unfortunately cut short by the fact I had work the next day at 7am.

Yep, got a seasonal part time job at GAP. How very Canadian. Spent my first day undressing female manikins and filming a GAP Christmas video... it was strange. And considering how hungover and tired I was, most of it felt like a really unpleasant dream involving lots of denim. I start officially on Wednesday - depending if I haven't quit by then, hi yohhh!

Rest of life is going well. Some Gap Year people have gone snowboarding already, but I thought I'd wait until the real snow comes. That and I want to save money. Luckily I got my tax rebate through this morning which was a very welcome lump sum - boo ya!

Anyway, enough nonsensical exclamatory sentences.

Peace.