It's Early

It's quite early. I am the early bird. SQWAAARRK!!

I'm up early because my body clock has been telling me that 7pm is an excellent time to go to bed. It gets dark at 5, and then i start to wind down. Also, i've not had much to do in the evenings, so i get sleepy early. I could sit around listening to the other inmates speaking French and giggling, but i'm really not that interested. Does that make me a bad person? That i don't particularly feel like socialising here at the hostel? I've enjoyed my own company immensely and i don't want anyone else to encroach on that. I know that seems weird to some people but i've always been pretty keen on being alone, and approaching strangers is high on my list of scary things to do anyway.

So i am the solo weird girl in the corner.

Only one person has approached me, a friendly old guy from Ghana who struck up a conversation with me on my first day. He talked about himself a lot - he's had a pretty interesting life, he was a war correspondent for an English newspaper (The Guardian, i think) in Saigon during the Vietnam/American war; he met his wife in Canberra, while she was working for the government during the Whitlam era; he has photos of himself with the US Ambassador to the United Nations under Jimmy Carter, who was apparently a mate of his. (???!!!) What he's doing hanging around a backpacker hostel in Camden, i don't know. He told me i should marry his son (who's 21, hhmmmm wasn't i trying to aim for slightly older gentlemen?!), and he told me not to let anything get me down, or to cry about anything. This was not what i wanted to hear on my first day when i was feeling decidedly sorry for myself and constantly on the verge of tears. But anyway, he keeps saying hello, and telling me to come hang out with him - and i probably seem rude, but i'd rather hang out alone.

I went to the headquarters of my work programme yesterday for my induction. They have boards with adverts for jobs and sharehouses, so i got lots of information there. Going to apply for a bunch of jobs today. Tonight is Bonfire Night - a night on which i had plans before That Thing That Happened, with That Guy I Knew - but now i've nothing planned. I feel like i should do something, but i'll probably just go to bed early again. Lame. Oh well.