Let's try not to fall into habits and routines again this time...
And so it is.
Back.
In the land of the strange accented.
No I'm just joking. The Australian accent, while thick and more difficult to understand than most, is one of the many accents that I have come to love.
Yet, that is not the point. I just needed to get certain things off my chest.
The night before was just filled with the dread of having to head to the airport later that night... and by next morning I would be on a totally different continent altogether. You know how advanced aviation technology is nowadays... promising to get you places in the fastest time possible...
The plane ride was more than a little horrible. Luckily there was no crying baby...but it was still packed to the rafters and I couldn't get enough sleep. It was the worst feeling ever, not being able to fall asleep. I guess I dozed off for awhile because I got really too tired, but most of the time I was staring at the screen in front of me because the entertainment system was down when "dinner" came... And maybe it was the air pressure changes, but I kept feeling like I needed to puke, so I couldn't really eat much. They had tiramisu ice cream for dessert though, loved that...
Anyway, customs cleared pretty quickly and the shuttle bus came in record time so I couldn't complain. The traffic jam I couldn't care less about really... made the whole journey jerky and pukey.
Came back to the apartment a little worse for wear, but had a nap (wasn't enough) but had to shower and head out for groceries. Had a late lunch after and maggie mee dinner about two hours later. No food at all makes me a very unhappy kid. I need my bacon and eggs!
Okay, I just need to adjust all these feelings of negativity and be a better person and study my ass off...
So many things I want to say but I guess writing them down instead of typing it out is more therapeutic. Gives me a chance to admire my handwriting too... LMAO~
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The conversation's getting stale
If you won't point it out, then I will