Remember, remember...

So it's June 16, if you can't tell by the timestamp, and that means I will be coming home in thirteen days. I haven't made a legitimate entry in a while and I'm fucking bored as hell so I figure why not. I didn't write too much on here because I wanted to discuss everything in person, but that really didn't make that much of a difference since I told a lot of people stories anyway. But I wrote all the good moments down that I will share with everyone when I come home. I also got all the gifts for everyone today, don't get too excited it is nothing special at all and I bet you can guess what it is anyway. I didn't realize how poor I would be or the lack of space I would have when I told you all I would get all individual gifts. Such is life.

They just gave us hot chocolate and I got to the bottom and got all the syrup it was delicous. Anyway all in all I really think this trip has taught me a lot. I don't think I've changed all that much. If anything my language has definitely become more vulgar and teasing has gotten to its max but that's really only adding to characteristics I already possess. I did not come here as the same person I am back home. I noticed this the other day. The hyperness has completely calmed itself down, however I am still weird as fuck. I think I matured as well. But in the responsabilty way, not personality way. I really don't think I am going to change that much in my adult life. With the whole doctor situation I realized I could really fend for myself. I just need a job and a home...and a dog.

It was so strange leaving everything I am familiar and comfortable with back home. I kept thinking how the people in California were able to do it. But then as time went on it got easier and easier. Not easier as in I don't give a shit, but easier as I guess just getting used to it. Not a day went past that I hadn't thought of every single person that I was really close with. The most upsetting moments were those where something happens that you know another person would freak out at a situation as well. Those are the ones that get me. I am getting more excited as it gets closer to coming home. But not about the plane ride at all. Twenty-two hours bleh. Thank you Benydril.

I'm not going to miss Australia as much as I thought I would. Yeah it's been cool to legally be able to drink and all but I mean I think that's what I'll miss most. And in about a year and a half I'll be able to anyway. Haha just think Australians are legally allowed to drink three years before Americans. Such bullshit. I think this system works a whole lot better than 21. I will mostly be missing my friends for sure. For the past few weeks everytime I get drunk I've been whining how much I am going to miss them, they're probably annoyed by now haha. It's just hard to leave these things behind. People you've seen everyday for four months straight and then having that disappear is a really big change. It's just these contradicting feelings are making me feel all weird. What can you do though?

I have a Philosophy final next week that I tried studying for and it just did not work out at all. So I have officially surrendered. I'm still going to take the exam but I'm not going to even bother studying. It's just too difficult and I really couldn't give a shit about this course. Worse comes to worse I fail and I take the leadership class and scuba diving and I'm back on track. Plus I'm still thinking of staying next summer to take those business classes so I'll be way over credits. Everyone's been out of school for over a month now and I'm still doing work. Well ha, not at all.

I guess that's all for now. I feel like I've just become comfortable with this place. I'm familiar with the surroundings and know where to get most things. When looking back I feel like I have been here for ages. But in the present, it feels like I just got here. I remember the night before I left having all my friends over my house and our goodbyes, embedding the images of their faces and sounds of their voices in my head since I would not physically see them in four months. I remember the feeling when I woke up the day I was leaving, the nervous/excited feeling not knowing what to expect. I remember the drive to the airport, eating dinner with mine and Chris's family, leaving my family at the gate embedding their faces and voices as well, then emptying my carry on and taking off my shoes at security. Sitting nervously at the gate as I spent 6 hours thousands of miles in the sky. Then another fourteen to Sydney. The loopy feeling of being drugged with two Benydrils and a glass of champagne as I fought to stay awake for the second take off. The last ten minutes of the flight, landing in Sydney, the humidity, the confusion not knowing where to go. I remember the entire first day of coming here. The people that I met. How fucking awkward the entire first week was. And now, after four months I am going to have to endure this all over again. I'll never forget these past four months. It's been a great four months too. I know I'm going to have some bad days when I get home just like I had bad days here dealing with the memories of back home. But it was all definitely worth it.
The most enjoyable experiences: going to the zoo, petting the kangaroo/wallaby, numerous concerts, friends, and exploring the city.

This will probably be the final entry. All good things must come to an end. Peace out, yo. I'll see you in not too long at all.