Sitting in the leasing office of my apartment complex, signing release of lease forms and such felt like a scene from a strange movie where there's a dead party to symbolize something. (It was a 1950's themed "celebration" in the office, with the five employees and us. The lighting through the large glass windows was bright, yet ominous.)
Regardless, I just paid for a trip to go on a 2 day/2 night surfing trip the same day I get into Australia.
Note: I am not a good swimmer.
Also, I'll be suffering from some serious jet lag. And this picture looks so intimidating:
I can't do that. Also, I hear there are poisonous jellyfish. Ahhhhh.Well, I'm officially out of my apartment in College Park and I'm back home with the family. It was a great last weekend though. Nice dinner with good friends at Outback (even with the wait) and a nice after-party involving lots of...Rock Band until 2:30 in the morning. Packing wasn't fun, but it's kind of nice to be home for a little while. I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail with Dad as soon as I got back.
I also need to start planning my layover in San Francisco. I should get on that.
Ok, February 11th. Here I come.
