So lately I've been taking pop guitar and I have established, as of today, that my guitar teacher is only THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE KNOWN WORLD (who is, by the way, pretty damn hot). I mean, for serious! So here is someone who has lived it - the solitary travelling, shitty haunted living, the falling in love and getting married on relative impulse, having to live that decision out, the insane beach parties (and flea markets), Lion's Milk and passing out, in-laws you don't quite understand but love anyway (and they love you back!), and oh oh oh the heartbreak!

I mean I think about how I'm going to be eighteen in five days' time and what do I have to show for it? A packed room (though yes I am in fact very proud of this - it was painful but ahah! I perservered!), a song for a teacher, and a fourteen-year-old far-off affair that I'll never really get over. Oh my life is a Shakespearean tragedy, etc etc.

But it has been decided. The summer of '07 will be one of Turkish boys, caves, incredible food, a handful of friends and one ridiclously entertaining guitar teacher. Now all I have to do is get my parents to let me run off to a politically-unstable land where I may find myself drunk, married and enarmoured in no particular order with DAN DAN DAN! a musician. The right question would be how to how to pull this off.

I have come back to Australia supporting HarryDraco. Oh dear.

( What is probably the one of the strangest and most personal introduction to a fandom one can have. )

And so, I am back. With depplovely goodness, in the form of What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, and still on the quest to acquire Pirates (for which I won't forgive myself if I do not get). I am not worthy of this fandom, having forgotten to look for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Benny and Joon. Yes, I know. I am ashamed as well.

Australia was in short a very hot, fly-y, ugly, badly ripped-off New Zealand, and I'm actually rather relieved it's over. Though, on the plus side, it had nice water (which I can't compare with New Zealand because we didn't go to the beaches there). On the downside, there was the brother, and it was very hot, fly-y and badly ripped-off, and did not have RotK, which I am seemingly calm about despite my indignation towards this aspect of Australia. No, there probably won't be pictures, due to my brother running off with the camera and taking several snapshots of the exact same scene (of himself, mind), with him either looking constipated, being off centre, or both of the above. On the occasion he got a good picture, he decided to take several less decent pictures just in case, thus rendering the camera both ill-used and out of my possession. Though, come to think of it, I did get a photo of an ice-cream called "Golden Gaytime", so all is not lost.

[edit: And just yesterday I dreamed I was part of a family of Santa Clauses, in 3D. It had a lot to do with some Christmas show being on TV. And while I'm talking about Aussie TV, never NEVER watch Simon Birch. It is the worst adaptation of the best book ever. At least they had the decency to rename him. He is not worth Owen Meany. I shall find out who made the movie, hunt him down and kill him.)

I have had the worst morning. I have spent about the only 3 hours the all the shops in Busselton are open groccery-shopping and in Organic Hell. By now, everything, and I mean everything's closed. Very good, I'd say. If I see another groccery shop, I swear I'll claw out my eyes. There is nothing more infuriating than spending a whole morning with three 40-year-old women shopping for buiscuits and organic detergent. Trust me on this one. For a while, yes, the people are nice and interesting enough, being Greek, but apart from that, everything is brain-numbingly boring. My god. And here MSN's down. It's just my day, isn't it? WHY IS MSN DOWN? And the flies are really annoying. No, I mean really annoying. God.

In other things, I am never going on a trip with my brother ever again. He's such a pansy. Man. Whiny princess. I cannot stand him. He's more of a girl than I am. Goddamm Harry Potter. And because he's such a big lug, he always gets his way. The other day, he blamed me for losing his CD (which I didn't, which everyone else can vouch for) and when I told him I didn't know, he kicked me. Barbaric asshole. (And he'll do it again and again, when he's not getting his way. Nothing is done about it.) What irks me most is how no one can do anything about it, primarily because my brother, because of his size, could beat the shit out of anyone. God, I hope the army breaks him. And I hope it hurts. I'm just so sick of his shit. Hurry up and take him already. You can't throw your weight around just because your twice my size and weight.

I hope it fucking hurts.

I really need to talk to someone now, but MSN's down, like I said. I think I need to call inthenude when I get home. I'm dying to know everything about her holiday (let's call it "nostalgia" and leave it at that).

Edit: Rock on! I've just won Matrix Revolutions stuff from Eng Wah! Perhaps nothing all godawful can happen on one day.

Alright. I am in Albany, and there is internet. WHOO.

Australia, in short, is like a hot, ugly New Zealand. I suppose nothing's pretty once you've seen New Zealand. We've been driving a fair bit, and I've been rather sick, my throat and nose aggravated by the dust in the car. I had so little sleep last night because I couldn't breathe through my nose, so I had to breathe through my mouth which further aggravated my throat, and you can only imagine the sort of day I've had due to this paucity (in sleep, mind). My brother's been a complete bastard, thanks for asking, and I much preferred holidays without him. And he is wasting storage space with many sets of almost identical badly-taken photos.

Right. So here I am, still alive, but barely, having about the worst cold I've had in a while. I saw a dead kangaroo on the way here, by the way. I suppose that merits a mention, to say the least. Also, I remember Australia being a whole lot friendlier, but well.

Meanwhile, inthenude had a uncannily familiar holiday fling (though I can safely say without the feeling up, on my part).

Also, on the side, everything's a whole lot saltier in Australia. The food. Gah. Right now I really want MacDonald's, instead of Hungry Jacks (Burger King sounds way classier). Right now all I really want to do is get Pirates of the Caribbean and watch Return of the King, but as luck would have it, it doesn't come here until Boxing Day. My life is a cosmic joke.

Feeling a lot better this morning. The fever broke last night, my head is clear and my throat is't doing as badly as yesterday. Also, everything seems to have cleared up, which is good. Though right now I'm hungry, and could use honey water, only I can't find the honey.

I'm leaving for Australia tonight. I'll be back on the 22nd. I actually wanted to finish blogging about Japan before I left, but I don't think I can now because I have yet to pack and finish checking scripts. Should I finish the aforementioned tasks, I might be able to squeeze in one more entry, but I'm very doubtful.

In other news, I've lost the weight I put on on the Japan trip. WHOO!!! So now I'm only fat, instead of very.

I think I'm off to find something to eat. Have a good leading up to Christmas week.

(And I might find cybercafes in Australia, and if so, I'll journal.)

I felt rather guilty for making downthehill sign up for a lj by blackmailing her, so I decided to run off and listen to the Josh Groban's self-titled CD again. It occurs to me now that all opera sounds about the same (my dad listens to opera sometimes. I think he might appreciate this). Though there are a couple of songs (one of them the one from Ally McBeal) which I like, and at times I couldn't believe he wasn't female (the range, too, besides the cover). He does have a very unfortunate mix of features, come to think of it. Very girlish, but not pretty. And a happy eye-brow dance face.

( No, the baby is not meant for eating. )

A continuation of Janice's Adventures in Engrish Nation:

( Also, an excuse for more cam-whoring. )

Right. Have leafed slowly and laboriously through the 4 pages of friends entries. Therefore, it is high time I got down to blogging about Japan. So.

( Where you're really polite and nice and as much as I'd like to answer your questions, I don't understand a word you're saying. )

Just came back from Japan. Tons of fun. Wasted lots of film. Put on a lot of weight. Will blog properly about this tomorrow, with pictorial support. Rather relieved to be back, truth be told. Towards the end I got rather irritable and sick of most types of socialising, but it ended pretty well, I guess.

I am completely tired. G'night.