Yooo wassuppp wassupppp, thanks for either 1) being so bored you want to read about my life, 2) procrastinating assingments to a point where you want to read about my life, or 3) (what I'm hoping) that you think I'm really pretty great that you want to read about my life.
I fly to Australia in a week and a day. The thought of packing is a dark, dooming, ominous cloud over my well coiffed head.. so no i haven't started. Word is its not all swim wear and flip-flops, more like "urban outfitters on sterioids" (phrase credit: Megan Welch). And I sometimes get really irritated with that whole theme. I blame my youngest sister who thinks its less of a wardrobe choice and more of a lifestyle..this whole indie, musical, creative, looking-dirty-is-cool deal. So we'll see how that goes. Maybe they think what I'm wearing is super gay...please dont think that...
In a potential Australia foreshadow- It was pretty sick at the time, but 3 mins after it happend i was laughing pretty hysterically...alone haha.. Dasha, my Australian Shephard, was laying in my bed with me...she comes over and is super cuddly. Like licking my ears, neck, clevage and I'm like ugh sick, push her off and she lays back down, pees, gets up and walks out of my room. So I'm hoping Australian boys don't take notes from Australian shephards. minus the whole licking ears neck and clevage thing. no complaints there.
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