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It’s Christmas in Sydney!

As much as I love big cities — and boy am I glad to be back — there’s something about them that just gets you stressed. Perhaps it’s being surrounded by the workforce, not vacationers, perhaps it’s the crowds, perhaps it’s seeing everyone around me in adorable, new, trendy outfits I can’t even begin to afford; but whatever it is, it’s not good.

I’ve got to make sure I find work for Christmas and New Year’s, and I’m not doing a very good job of going about it right now. I’ve sent out emails to a few people to set up meetings and I’ve got three more days to make some calls, but after my dad arrives Wednesday I’ll be in vacation-mode again until I get back from New Zealand. And I’ve got to save up money for the month with the van, otherwise I’ll be hightailing it back to the States come February. And I don’t want to do that!

Why? Because I’ve barely seen Sydney! And when I say seen, I mean seen. The people, the bars, the gigs, the clubs. All things that took ages to figure out in New York. And I’ll have 2 months. I’ve not been up to much since I’ve been back — though I’ve already met loads of nice people at Base. My old friend from Sydney-the-first-time, Karen , been around a ton, wahoo, and I showed around a sweet Dutch girl, also named Karen yesterday. Today I hit the Contemporary Art museum with a Scottish guy named Ewan. We all went to Purple Sneakers last night, the supposed indie rock night I’d been itching to go to for the past 6 weeks, and though we had a blast, playing one song from Maximo Park does not count. Still want to see a gig, but unfortunately can’t afford it.

And here’s when I start e-mailing every music publication in town to see if they need help.