Well, the day after christmas i leave for austrailia for two weeks. I know alot of my friends may be jealous or envy me, i would too. Hopefully though ill be able to take some good photographs and learn alot about the culture and country and be able to share the experience somehow, even though i find it difficult to say what i mean the majority of my life. If anyone reads this, thank you. I'm actually really scared that the plane is going to crash in fact i have a like foreshadowing premonition anxiety about that plane and the seventeen hours ill be on it. I already had a friend who dreamed i was going to die in a tidal wave in Austrailia. At least ill die in a beautiful country. That makes it sound like im comfortable about dying over there, i dont think i am. But it would make a great ending to my life, a great story, great funeral conversation topic. anyway, so long, it could be my last.