Ice Breaker

My face

The first blog. The ice breaker. A fitting title since I'll be moving from a New England winter into an Australian summer. That title seemed so clever until I realized it required an explanation. I'll start el bloggo primero by correcting the name of the whole thing. For now, we'll go with "I'm not in Australia. Neither are you." My 21st birthdays coming early this year when I leave on February 1st. Not that I've done any research, but I found out I can legally drink on the last of the three plane rides over there . And I might just have to take advantage of this if the flight's going to be anything like what I'm imagining. And what do you know, as I sit here typing about the upcoming hell that will be my day of flying, the news comes on telling me of the plane crash in the Hudson River. Well, that sort of thing doesn't happen twice within a three week period, right? That would suck. I don't want my iPod getting wet.

Originally, I thought the worst thing about an all day February 1st flight would be missing the Superbowl. Luckily, rooting for any of the remaining four teams is like hoping for NASCAR highlights on Sportscenter. I literally don't want to watch the Superbowl anymore. No matter how funny the commercials are, they won't live up to the comedic genius that has been the Arizona Cardinals run through the playoffs thus far. Maybe a 78-0 loss to the Patriots was just what they needed to get on the right track. <--- Digression.

EMPLOYMENT UPDATE

None.

So what. It's the bad economy. Anyways, unemployment has left me with plenty of time to do important things like watch marathons of "Little People, Big World". I find myself fascinated by their tiny kitchen.

Haha...The dad's the shortest

Answers to Questions

People keep asking if I think I'm going to have an Australian accent by the time I come back in early July. I'll just use this blog to further stress how completely stupid of a question I think that is. No offense to those who have asked me or those who are waiting to. I bet the students going to France will forget what soap is and the ones going to Africa will become freakishly skinny black people. I don't even want to know what the ones in Germany will come back like. 

I'd also like to take this opportunity to let everyone know that bringing a kangaroo back is not a feasible option. 

And yes, I will be eating a vegemite sandwich. But don't expect me to report back on it immediately. I refuse to be the tool that walks off the plane asking for one. As far as the shrimp on the barbie stuff goes, we'll see.

Whether or not people read this blog, I'll try to keep writing it for my own records if nothing else. Anybody is welcome to visit me in Australia as long as they understand that this may result in the repossessing of their homes. Also note that I'm keeping a running list of those who ask me the Australian accent question and will be working on the fake accent to screw with you all. I'll post the email I'll be checking most frequently while in Australia somewhere on this page for anybody who's interested.