Last night, for the first time in months, I worked out in the gym downstairs, and capped that off with a run. Clothed I don't look like I'm out of shape, but when I take my shirt off I definitely can notice the definition I once had in my chest has withered away. As far as the belly goes, I'd say it's around the same as it was when I left. I don't really care about my beer belly though, all I really care about is my chest. I want a body that screams, "Yeah I drink a lot of beer, and I can kick your ass too!"
I've got quite a few songs on the go, a few of them I've finished completely(for now), I just need to sit down and really think about how to finish the rest of them. I also went out today and bought another busking licence. I couldn't get the one month probationary one I had before, so I was forced to get the three month one that costs $66. Now I'll really have to force myself out there to earn that money back.
I eat more than my height in Subway every week. At least a foot a day. Today I was eating it at the Murry St. Mall when a new friend decided to join me. His name was Willis, and he only has one leg. He doesn't talk much so I did all the talking. I told him I was Canadian, and travelling, but working here in Perth for awhile. I didn't ask him about his leg, as I think that may have been a touchy subject. When I finished eating, I said good-bye, he acknowledged. As soon as I got up to leave he dove right into the crumbs and scraps I had left on the ground.
I've began a manhunt for Canadians' in Perth. Canada Day is only a few weeks away, and so far we only have about four or five Canadians' we know from the area we can call out to celebrate with. Me and Drew ordered some Canadian flags from a flag shop in the city, and it would be a shame to not make this a very memorable Canada Day, outside of Canada.
"Oh, haha, he was talking about a bird!"
