Maury on surround sound- ghetto fabulous

gurggle grumble memgnfr. . . im stuck in a rut. Cammon life lets goooo. . . I feel like i've been waiting long enough, standing on the proverbial edge waiting for a leap. something. anything to just take off . . .

I really dont think watching the Maury Povich show with the "he-are-not-you-are-5zillionpercent-brother-sister-bestfriend-cousin-DNA-liedetector" Rigamaroll helpful.

Usually( as bad as it is) that tv show makes me feel better. Yelling boisterously at the tv over wether or not Chris is the father of Pancake's baby and what a dead beat he is, makes me laugh and smile. Dont ask me why and dont judge me blog. love me for who i am i say!

BUT I am resolved. Im going to keep applying to school even though the computer isn't letting me. . . grummble. I am ever hopeful and will try again. I am going to take a shower. sing my little heart out. and get put together to go find me a Yob.

and flippin Dina world I deserve a job that will make me happy and stimulate me. I will walk in there with confidence and a good hand shake. Be polite and smile but dont come off like a Wiener.

See I feel better already.

now excuse me. Some giant lady isn't sure if her daughters father is her husband or her husbands son. . .

*Giggle*

and just like that, the wind takes me again.

January in Sydney, 35 degrees. short shorts and tank tops.

liiiiivin in the shed. very much like bubbles ala the trailor park boys. Porridge in the morning in one mug and oj in the other.

step over bugs. cross my fingers for some toilet paper.

ah well not too much longer, i made a promise.

This season was really hard on my folks. mixed with some gentle pulls and coaxing from friends far away, I decided to come home early.

as a Surprise.

Without telling many people and certainly not my mother, I booked my ticket home.

After a late night of partying in Downtown Sydney with my bestest aussie pals,

and between running from the toilet to MPG packing her to the hilt the morning after. . .

I trudged into a cab and headed to the airport.

I stood there looking like some kind of sherpa. backpack on my back bigger and heavier than me, a second backpack strapped to my front (* for counter balance of course), teddy bear attached to the bag in front.

with a surfboard

in flip flops.

yeah boomin hang over.

14 - 15 hours later i landed in vancouver.

still in flip flops. still with the baggage.

efffff that was cold.

WHO FLIES TO CANADA IN THE WINTER IN FLIP FLOPS?!

not my brightest decision.

sydney-vancouver-vancouver-toronto - over night in toronto-finally Ottawa.

After a very surprised mother and very relieved friends, im back home again.

battling a flu bug but loving the snow.

I miss everyone over there but hey thats what happens when you'r coasting on the wind.