CROIKEY!

Hooray, a useless update.

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 12:03:37 GMT

I can't believe that a year ago I was in America getting ready to leave for Europe.

That's just freaking nuts.

Where the hell does the time go?

Reflecting on this past year, I've realised that I haven't actually achieved all that much. I mean from a career point of view I've achieved more than I thought I could, as I now have a fairly important job and it's nice to see what I can do when I put my mind to it. But a few personal and social goals that I wanted to achieve... well, let's just say that I've failed miserably, which really doesn't surprise me.

Sweet lord I'm my own worst enemy.

-Insert generic rant about wallowing in my own self pity-

It's official...

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 04:34:05 GMT

I need to get glasses and wear them all the time.

:(

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Fri, 23 Dec 2005 06:37:34 GMT

I had forgotten how much of a hectic time Christmas was. It's fricking nuts. I, of course, left my Christmas shopping to the last week and the stores are packed, you can hardly move. It just seems all so rushed. Anyway I finally completed my Christmas shopping yesterday - and I find that while my main focus is to buy other people's gifts, I can't resist the temptation and not by myself stuff as well. I came out with a new phone, a couple of DVD's and some other stuff. That's probably why I don't like going shopping that often or I'll make myself go broke.

But these next few days are going to be even more chaotic.

Tomorrow I'm hopefully meeting up with some friends for a couple of drinks, then I'll relax at home with my Mum and wrap presents whilst watching Christmas Carols on TV, it's like a yearly tradition.

Then on Christmas day I'm spending the first part of the day with my Mum and we're going to my Aunt's for lunch. Then my Dad will be coming over and I'll be spending a couple of hours with him and my little sister, who by the way is so damn excited about Christmas, it kinda gets you in the mood when you're around kids like that who are so into it. Then late at night I'm taking Trisha for a surprise picnic at a park near her house, I think that'll be very nice. :)

The downside is that I have to work the day after Christmas, so I'll have to leave her house at like 7am, ugh. And yet... I get Tuesday off but I don't get Monday off. Son of a bitch.

In other news my hair is out of control. It's so freaking long... well for me, anyway. I look like... well, I don't know, someone with long hair.

Mmmyeah. So things are very good right now, albeit very hectic. It actually makes a nice change. :)

Anyway, have a very Merry Christmas everyone and take care, enjoy it with your friends and family!

This just in...

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 04:32:44 GMT

Life is AWESOME.

Oh yes.

And that's all I've got to say about THAT!

*nods*

Ow

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 10:07:55 GMT

It's been an interesting few days to say the least.

I was in a car accident on Thursday. We were driving along and some schmuck came out of his driveway at full speed, I guess we were in his blindspot or something, and he rammed right into my passenger side. Unfortunately, the door jammed into my side, and the result was a small fracture in my pelvis. I guess that's what you get for being built like a fricking twig.

I've experienced a lot of pain before, but nothing like this. I had to be hospitalised on Friday because I just couldn't walk at all, and I could hardly move it without yelling every profanity under the sun. It was extremely intense pain. So I took a ride in an ambulance and they gave me some morphine which is the best thing... ever. I'm on it right now, and I better be careful or I might have to enter rehab when I stop using it...

I was in a hospital room with this old guy, he was a funny old bastard who kept hitting on all the nurses, it was hilarious. He was telling me all these stories about when he used to be a horse racing jockey, it was pretty cool.

But yeah, I only got out of the hospital this morning, and I'm off work for the whole week. I'm able to walk right now, but only when heavily medicated and at short distances. The doctor said that would improve in the next few days, although it'll take 4-6 weeks for the pain to completely go away. Because it's the pelvis there's obviously no cast they can put on or anything like that, and they didn't want to operate, I just have to be careful and rest it. It actually hurts to laugh. You'd think when someone says that they're exaggerating, but no, it really does if you're moving your torso. The doctor told me the pelvis is one of the worst places to have a fracture. Excellent.

Someone is trying to kill me, I'm convinced.

Anyway I need to go and lie down, I can't really sit infront of the computer for long at all. :-/

Ouch...

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 10:15:12 GMT

Superglued genitals: she's stuck on you
November 4, 2005 - 1:46PM

A US man is suing his ex-girlfriend in for more than $40,600 for supergluing his genitals to his abdomen.

Kenneth Slaby of Greensburg, Pennsylvania, broke up with Gail O'Toole in 1999, after dating for 10 months.

Slaby then began dating someone else but, according to the lawsuit, O'Toole invited him over to her home on May 7, 2000, where he fell asleep.

When he woke up, Slaby found that O'Toole had glued his genitals to his abdomen, glued his buttocks together and spelled out a profanity on his back in nail polish.

O'Toole allegedly told him it was payback for their breakup, and he had to walk almost 2 kilometres to a petrol station to call for help.

"This was not just some petty domestic squabble," Slaby's lawyer Grey Pratt said.

O'Toole had pleaded guilty to misdemeanour assault and served six months' probation, but her ex-boyfriend is now suing for her damages.

Her lawyer, Chuck Evans, said it was a consensual act and Slaby wasn't permanently damaged.

"This is a case that should have been left in the bedroom," he said.

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This is one of the reasons why I'm reluctant to commit to a relationship...

whoa

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 11:33:22 GMT

I have a date on Friday.

!!!

But it's a blind date, set up with one of my friends who thinks we'll get on well.

So that's the downside.

But we'll see what happens.

In other news... I'm getting grey hairs... at age 22.

Someone shoot me now.

Moving on...

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 08:45:56 GMT

I freaking love my new role at work. I really get a kick out of teaching people stuff. I've always said that I regretted my career choice and I never felt fulfilled in what I do, but for the first time I ever, I feel quite fulfilled. I would've loved to have been a counselor or something like that, just to try and make a difference. I felt that was what was missing in my life. But I do enjoy and I think I have a knack for explaining certain things. I'm not saying it's as worthwhile as saving lives or changing the way people live their lives, because that's just ridiculous... but when you teach someone something and they really appreciate it, it kinda makes you feel good. Anyone who works and teaches someone something, no matter how small it is, knows what I'm talking about it.

I found out that one of my close friends at work is quitting. We get on great and she's amazing, but it's a shame I'll probably never see her that much, if not again, simply because she lives an hour away. I had thought of asking her out at one point, but I don't have the self confidence and I fear rejection - a lethal combination - so it's just in my self-deprecating nature to leave that situation alone.

On the very good side, my friend recovered from his operation after removing the brain tumor. The "only" thing he suffered was the complete loss of hearing in one ear, but it looks like all the cancer is gone and he has full use of his nerves and facial muscles, so it really was a blessing. I'm so happy, and we've talked a lot more lately, so I'm really glad for that.

Recently I've been going to sleep listening to music. I used to find it hard to do that, I needed complete silence, but I find that now I get a much more peaceful night's sleep if I fall asleep listening to one of my CD's. I can't do without music now, I don't really know what changed with me in regards to music. All throughout high school, all my friends would buy all these CD's and I'd kinda just scratch my head and wonder why. I was never into music until a few years ago. I remember when we had projects in music class regarding our favorite bands, I just had to force myself to listen to the radio because I just had no interest in doing it. I'd probably say I've bought about 100 CD's in the last two years, which is actually quite disturbing. It's getting as bad as a crack habit. Not that I'd know about a crack habit. But I have an extremely weird taste in music. I don't really like R&B. I definitely don't like Country. I don't really like heavy or death metal. I just like hard rock, but I also like emo acoustic type music. Eh, call me a pansy, which most of you do anyway... but to me the best music are by artists like Damien Rice, Jeff Buckley, Ben Harper, etc... music where you can feel something. That's music where most people my age just aren't supposed to like. Another thing, I don't tend to like music based on the lyrics. I mean yeah, some songs people obviously like because of the lyrics, but to me it's more important if it has a good tune and a good accompaniment, and obviously a good voice. I couldn't even tell you what half of my favorite songs are about. Maybe that's me not appreciating the music properly, but I dunno. All I know is that I couldn't survive without music anymore, I spend most of my free time listening to it.

I have so much more I want to say about life and certain things, but it seems pointless to do it here. I've already wasted enough of your time that you'll never get back.

This song is awesome

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 02:51:32 GMT

Let's see what's happened recently...

My cat got into a huge catfight the other night. I had to chase the other cat off with a fricking hose. She damaged both of her back feet, one claw was actually broken sideways and was stabbed into the side of her paw, and she was bleeding. She was also limping quite heavily. So we took her to the vets and she's got an infection down there, so they broke off one of her claws and gave her some antibiotics. She can hardly walk still, its so sad... yet also quite funny to watch.

Work's going well. I got a promotion... kinda. Next month I'm going to be doing a stint of training new employees how to do the job I do. They get experienced employees to do this for a new group every month, and I was lucky enough to be chosen, because they think I rule. Which is nice. So for a month I don't have to take any calls or anything like that, all I have to do is CORRUPT THE NEW EMPLOYEES! And y'know, teach them stuff aswell. So I'm looking forward to that. I love my job, and I love the possibilities of how I can actually advance through the company. My manager reckons I could be a technical supervisor by midway through next year, so it's not just a dead-end job that's leading nowhere.

I'm quite content with life at the moment. A couple of weeks ago I was quite depressed for a variety of reasons, one being the post-holiday comedown that most people would experience when going overseas for such a long time, then coming home and reverting to the rut of your life. But I'm happy. I'm content to be alone right now.

My sister is still on my case to move over to England with her for a year at some point next year. I'm gonna have to make a decision soon, just because if I did, there would be so much that I'd have to organize. I really have no clue what I should do. In one sense I feel like I need a new environment, make new friends, open new doors and all that kinda stuff... but could I leave my friends here, even though I don't see most of them that often. Could I leave my job and risk everything in a new situation? I hate being complacent, but I don't want to leave my job if things are going well. But I just have this feeling that I kinda have to go, because it could change my life forever, in many different ways. I could find the ultimate job over there. I could find someone I want to be with over there. I could just have more fun over there. I also know that if I did go over there, I would hardly ever be on the internet anymore, which would be a shame because I'd lose contact with quite a few people who I consider friends, but I've thought of disappearing quite a few times myself anyway, just to make myself get a freaking life.

I think that's enough rambling for now. Have a good weekend peoples.

Quiz thingy

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:39:40 GMT

Woo hoo, here's an excuse for me not to make a real update~!

Post a random comment and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

Hahahaha

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 09:54:42 GMT

I could make a post about how much my life sucks. I could make a post about how I feel completely alone. I could even make a post about how much of a loser I am.

But instead, I will share this video, because it brought a LMAOLOLHAHAHA~!~!~!111 to my otherwise routinely crappy day.

http://www.killsometime.com/Video/video.asp?video=Mastercard-Spoof

Enjoy~!

It never rains but it pours

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 09:50:42 GMT

I found out some bad news earlier tonight.

I found out that one of my old friends has a tumor in his brain the size of a golf ball. He was playing basketball last week when he started to feel breathless and dizzy, he went to the doctor to get it checked out, and they discovered it. He has to have a 10 hour operation in two weeks, as if it's not removed he'll die within a year. Even now, if they remove it, there's still a chance he may not make it, apparently it's an extremely risky operation. The tumor is in the part of the brain that controls nerves and facial muscles, so there's a chance his face may be "paralyzed" upon removal of the tumor.

He used to be my best friend throughout primary school. We were inseparable and did everything together for a couple of years, he was a blast to play with. But then when it was time to move to high school, his parents - who are extremely rich - put him into a private boarding school in the heart of the city, about 40 minutes away. I was sad because I had a feeling that we just wouldn't see each other much anymore. Our Mum's are still best friends and they see each other every few weeks, but Mike and I just never caught up. We completely lost touch. I guess both of us should've made an effort to try harder, but we had our new friends and a new school, and it's just one of those things that happens in life.

I've always regretted it, and now I feel more guilty. I don't mean to sound like I'm giving a eulogy or anything like that - because I know him, he's a tough bastard, he'll fight it - it's just things like this that puts life in perspective and make you think about the people you've lost contact with.

I don't really know what to say to him either, that's the hardest part. If I was him, I know I'd be expecting the worst.

I just don't think life could suck any harder than it is right now.

Anyway...

Sun, 21 Aug 2005 10:25:46 GMT

I have nothing interesting in my life to talk about, and that's nothing new, so I thought I'd talk about something else.

I was thinking today about what I'm afraid of.

I could do a list here about all the things I'm afraid of in life, but they're more of a personal nature, and I'd be here for quite a while anyway, and you'd quit reading after the twenty-sixth paragraph.

But I do have two phobias, that are quite weird.

1) I'm afraid of water. Well, not exactly. I love drinking it, I love bathing in it (afterall, I'm not French), and I especially love swimming in it. But... I can't put my head under water. At all. Well, I mean I can shower and stuff, obviously, but I mean in a pool or something. The thought of it makes me cringe. I've tried numerous times, especially considering I used to go swimming a couple of times each week. I just can't do it. I think it's a combination of the fact that my eyes are extremely sensitive, as in I hate getting water or anything like that inside them. But then again I've tried with goggles, and I can't do it either. I guess I'm just scared that when I put my head under water, I won't be able to come back up. I put it down to an incident when I was like 7, where I was learning to swim but I couldn't, and my Mum wasn't watching me at the time. I was under water for about 10 seconds, but it seemed more like 10 minutes. I was fine and all, but I just hated it, and I couldn't go back in the water for a long time. But even now, I can't put my head under water. Yes, I am a pussy.

2) I'm an Anthroclaustrophobic. Gasundheit. That meanns I'm afraid of people in confined spaces. I'm not afraid of people. Obviously. I'm not afraid of confined spaces. I love going in lifts and caves and all those sort of things - in fact in Paris the hotel we stayed at had a 1 person lift that I swear was purposely built for a midget, you could hardly move - but it didn't bother me at all. But I discovered that I have this phobia on my recent trip. There were two specific incidents. The first one was on the subway in France. We needed to get a train to get to our hotel when we arrived there, and this was at peaktime at night. The train was crowded. I was standing up and holding onto a pole, but I was a fair way away from the pole and I had to stretch out. We were packed in like sardines, it was just really uncomfortable. There were people bumping into me everywhere, and there was this guy standing behind me and I think I felt... well, let's just say I hope I didn't feel what I think I did. Plus, I don't care what anyone else says, the French are the smelliest nation on earth. It was horrible.

The second incident was at a Spanish tappas bar in England, and they had Flamenco dancers/music. The place was packed. We were sitting down at a table but there were people standing all around us. There was nowhere to move. This is a smokey pub by the way, and it makes me nauseous, so it was even worse. Looking up at the people standing 1 inch infront of me, it made everyone seem like giants, and I had to get out of there, I was gasping for breath by the time I got outside. It was sad.

I don't have a phobia of most things. I don't have a phobia of heights. I don't even have a phobia of midgets.

But for some reason, those two things just freak me out.

A little update

Thu, 11 Aug 2005 02:59:50 GMT

It's been a while since I did a proper update, so here we go.

I'm still sick, 11 days later. I feel fine and I have my energy and appetite back, but I just can't shake this damn cough or cold. I'm so blocked up and I'm emanating all kinds of bodily fluids you don't want to know about... I just wish it'd bugger off.

I bought a new computer! My other one wasn't too bad, but I wanted to buy a DVD burner and I was thinking of upgrading the memory, and I figured out that by the time I did all those upgrades, it'd cost a couple of hundred bucks... so I figured I'd just splash out and buy a new one, a really good one, so I don't have to worry for quite some years. It's a really, really nice computer... faster than anything I've used before, and it has everything. I feel like a kid in a candy store.

I backed up all my files and pics and whatnot, but the only thing I couldn't get was the por... erm... music, yeah... music. So I have to download all that again.

I had been trying to contact work for a week, and EVENTUALLY someone rang me back. I presumed they'd say "Right, come back to work next week". But they didn't. They told me that I wouldn't be returning until September 5. Three and a half more weeks?! What the crap? The thing about my job is, because it's in a call centre, they schedule the rosters a month in advance and apparently I can't return until then. This really pisses me off, it's not like I'm a new employee or anything. Bah, oh well. I'm really looking forward to getting back to work, I'm kinda going stir crazy over here, and I miss all my friends there. I suppose a few weeks of relaxation isn't a bad thing, but the money would've been nice. Ho hum.

I'm contemplating other career opportunities. At the moment I only work 20 hours a week, but it's extremely, extremely good pay. So I must admit, it is nice being lazy, only working those 20 hours, and still getting good money. But I know I can't keep doing this. Work did offer me the opportunity of switching to full-time, and working 40 hours a week, at an even higher pay rate. I would have taken it in a second, except for one thing... the shift is 5pm-2am Saturday to Wednesday. Firstly, I don't drive. Secondly, there's no buses or trains running at that time. Thirdly, working Saturday AND Sunday? Nuh uh. If I drove, and if it were Mon-Fri, I'd do it... as I'd always wanted to work nights. But it won't happen.

So I want to be motivated to pursue other opportunities, whether that be freelance work or take on another part-time job. I just don't quite know what I feel passionate about. I could easily do web design, but I don't know if I trust myself enough to keep with deadlines and do a good enough job to keep it going.

I think my ultimate dream job is having enough money to own a video store franchise, as it's an easy enough job with being your own boss, and you'd get to watch DVD's for free...... I think you all now understand just what type of person I want to be, heh.

Speaking of DVD's... season 4 of 24 arrives next week! I can't wait~!

Damnit, I miss Mexican food. What I wouldn't give for a Burrito Mexicano from La Caretta right about now.

It's snowing two hours away from Sydney at the moment, that is absolutely INSANE for this time of year. In fact, it's snowing where the home ground is for my favourite league team, so this weekend they may be playing in snow, which would rawk. The bad thing is that because it's snowing, Sydney has one of the coldest winds in years, and I'm currently freezing my nuts off.

I can't believe it's only four months until Christmas. This year has gone so damn fast.

Enough of my random... rambling. I need to get out of this house or I'll go insane.

Mmm... alcomohol...

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 11:47:41 GMT

How to make a croikey

Ingredients:

1 part anger

3 parts courage

3 parts joy

Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Hm... that's actually kinda accurate...

ugh

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 14:18:34 GMT

I literally feel like I'm going to die.

I'm running a massive fever. I have a headache. I can't stop sneezing. My throat hurts so damn bad. I feel like I want/need to throw up.

Mmm... welcome home, eh?

back to bed i go.

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 18:26:29 GMT

Today is just one of those days.

Things that annoyed me today:

- It was fine and sunny when I woke up, then as soon as I step outside to go for a walk to Michael's workshop, it pours with rain and I'm shaking with coldness. I like rain, but this wasn't rain, this was a sign that today was going to suck ass.

- I got into a bitchfight with my family over something that I can't really remember what we were arguing about, and both sides are too stubborn to apologise.

- We went to lunch and I was starving. They forgot our order so we sat down for an hour without food. Grrrr.

- I was hoping to hear from one or two people by e-mail, and I came on to check that hadn't happened. That's nice, especially when said people were online for a few hours. Maybe I'm being a hypocrite...

- I checked my bank account to see that £300 (that's supposed to be dollars, btw... stupid British computer) had been taken out of my account by a French hotel. Backstory: Before we went to France, we booked a hotel online. But... we got no confirmation and they wouldn't respond to our emails, so we booked with another hotel and got confirmation OK. So that was cool, we were going to the second hotel. We did, and everything was great. But this first hotel, the one we didn't stay at and the one we didn't get any confirmation from, had decided to take one night's expense (for three people) out of my account because they regarded us as a no-show, even though THEY DIDN'T FUCKING CONFIRM IT! Oh, and yes, I used my debit card to do all these transactions, so now there goes more money of mine down the fucking drain. I'm fucking pissed, and I've spoken to the hotel but they won't budge, they said it was our fault even though when we tried to contact them, they wouldn't respond. STUPID FRENCH FUCKERS!

- This one takes the cake. Two weeks ago we were at a spot in the countryside for a picnic, and the place was called Devil's Dyke (feel free to post jokes about the name), and there were parasailers flying up high in the sky. For those who aren't sure, parasailing isn't where you jump out of a plane, but rather you jump off a cliff/mountain and the wind takes you and your parachute gracefully around up in the air, and when I saw it being done it looked magical, especially with the view we had. Anyway, so I decided to be adventurous, and much to the fright of my family (no one else wanted to do it), I booked a tandem parasailing adventure for today. I was so excited, I knew it'd be the biggest rush of my life, and it'd also be me conquering something that most people wouldn't do or wouldn't think I'd do, which again, for those who know me, is pretty special. I was worried early on, because it was raining so hard, that it might've been cancelled. But it started to clear! Weeeee! I was pumped. So we got there, and then... the bad news. It was REALLY windy, like "having a hard time to walk normally" windy, especially high up on those hills. I was then informed it was too dangerous to go up today, so they had to tell me that it would have to be postponed. The even worse news: They're all booked out for the next 3 days, and after that I go home. So... no parasailing for me, at least at Devil's Dyke.

Son of a bitch.

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 11:10:30 GMT

I'm back in Brighton, England after travelling up north for a week near Manchester to see some relatives and friends. It's been a crazy and busy week, but a fun one nonetheless. We discovered a box of photographs that my deceased grandmother thought she had lost, some of them date back 90 years. It was fun to see some of our relatives and work out who they all are.

So, I'm a little disappointed. A few months ago, my Mum and sister said we'd definitely be going to Barcelona and Berlin. Turns out now that we're not, due to a lack of time. But we had this trip booked months ago, they just never got around to booking the tickets to Berlin and Barcelona, even though I said I would, but they didn't want me to. I can't really complain because we're still going to Paris on Monday, but it is disappointing to get your hopes up that you're going to two wonderful places... and then not.

But I have no room to complain seeing as I'm still getting to see more of England and going to the city of love, Paris. I'm just being selfish, me thinks.

I also hope to do something in the next two weeks that no one who really knows me would think that I'd be able to accomplish. I hope I get to do it...

More when I return from the land of croissants, coffee, chocolate and smelly people.

Au revoir.

An update from the other, other side of the world.

Sat, 09 Jul 2005 21:13:05 GMT

So, I've left America, and I have mixed emotions for several different reasons. I wanted to see my family again, but now that I'm here, they're kinda annoying me again already...

So I'm near London at the moment, and on my second day here they tried to blow up the bloody city. Nice timing. Due to a stroke of luck, I missed the terrorist attacks. That morning we were going to travel into the city centre to explore the town, but when we got to our train station we were informed of the blast. Had we left earlier, we might've been in the middle of it. Not only that but they had to quickly evacuate the station we were at/ It was scary, and it makes you feel for all the casualties, the injured and the deceased family's. It's a terrible tragedy and I hope the bastards responsible burn in hell.

I've had fun since being in London. We've gone out to eat a lot, we've gone sightseeing to some amazing places (I might post some pics tomorrow), and last night we went to a great comedy club last night, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

I gotta go so I can't really expand much. I'm having fun, but I'm also missing America and home, and I'll be sad when this journey comes to a close.

gasp An update

Thu, 30 Jun 2005 19:02:29 GMT

croikey
Look out for the

m
HOLE

From Go-Quiz.com

I wonder which hole they're talking about...

Here's something a little unusual... A REAL UPDATE FROM ME!

So... I'm still in Tennessee.

I leave on Tuesday morning at 6am, which is quite possibly the worst possible time to leave the country.

I can't believe that I've only got a few more days to go.

On one hand it seems like I've been here for so long, and then other times it has just gone so quickly it makes you think where all the time has disappeared to.

It has been a really enjoyable trip.

We went to Georgia one weekend to meet up with some of Jamie's friends, visit her college, and other such fun. I've also met up with lots of people from the same website I met Jamie off, I think I've broken the rule 100 times over that says you're not supposed to meet people off the internet... but I've met a lot of cool people. We stayed in a cabin for a week, where there was a pool table, a hot tub, and we got drunk a lot... it was a blast.

I have fallen in love with Mexican food, and I'm going to miss it a lot when I go home. Son of a bitch Sydney, why won't you embrace Mexican food?

There are so many differences between here and Australia, probably moreso than I thought. Eventually I'll make a list of the things that just weird me out, just like they weird Jamie out every time I tell her something we do differently.

I'm going to miss Jamie. I think in one sense we're both ready for me to go home, but we'll also miss spending time with each other. I'm just going to miss hanging out with her, watching a movie, sharing a laugh, her constantly teasing me, etc. When I got here and after we were around each other for a while, it just felt natural, like we had been around each other all the time. It's kinda sad to think that in all probability we'll never be around each other ever again, or at least not for a long time. She's got an amazing energy that just makes you smile no matter how you're feeling.

Anyway I could go on but I won't list those thoughts here.

I'm just gonna enjoy these last few days as much as possible, and then I'm off on my whirlwind trip to Europe.

Catchyas later.

Beauty and the Beast

Thu, 16 Jun 2005 03:41:18 GMT

... We all know which one is the beast.

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Sat, 11 Jun 2005 15:53:29 GMT

Well, I'm here in the good ol' US of A.

The plane journey was long and tiring, but it went smoothly enough. I wasn't deported, so that's always a plus.

Went and tasted some old fashioned southern food yesterday at a place called Crackerbarrel... including fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, coleslaw, etc. I had an upset stomach last night so I don't think it went down too well.

We've explored the town a little bit, it's actually a beautiful little place. Went to WalMart which is freaking huge, it's bigger than some of Australia's fricking shopping malls. I've been to Jamie's work a few times, which has been interesting when there's stuff to watch. I have a strong stomach so bleeding animals doesn't really affect me.

Jamie's been sick these last few days, so we haven't done much at all, which sucks - but it's understandable. I'm not feeling the best myself either, I'm still a bit worn out and I haven't got much of an appetite.

Yep.

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 12:56:41 GMT

I leave tomorrow!

WOW!

YAY!

Talk to you from America, bitches.

takes deep breath

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 11:09:18 GMT

OH. MY. GOD.

I just got off the phone with my Aunty who wanted to wish me a safe trip and all that hullabaloo.

She just asked me perhaps THE funniest question in the history of this world.

I should also point out that she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, and even that is probably an understatement:

"Now in America, do they speak English? You don't have to learn any other languages, do you?"

...

I swear to God I'm not making that up.

Excuse me while I pass out due to not being able to breathe.

Tick tock tick tock...

Wed, 01 Jun 2005 07:36:16 GMT

I really want to write something constructive here, but my mind is kind of a mess right now, but in a good way.

It's just over 5 days until I leave for my trip, and the emotions that I'm experiencing can be summed up by the made-up word: OMGHOLYCRAPYESAAAAAAARGHYEEHEEHOLDMEICAN'TWAIT~!

I'm so busy these next few days.

I've gotta buy stuff and, like, prepare to pack. I suppose that's always a good start.

On Friday I'm going out with the boys to hopefully get smashed as a farewell celebration.

I'm looking forward to going, so I don't think I'll really miss home all THAT much... besides, it's only two months.

My Mum gave me $200 U.S to spend on the trip, which was nice of her. But for the first time I held American money, and it is WEIRD! It's a cross between paper and something you'd blow your nose on. It's so plain as well, they should have the different notes colour coded like us smart Australians do.

I cannot freaking wait to leave. BRING IT ON~!

That's all I got.