Going Off the Grid, And Coming Back From the Dead

Bare with me as we take a little trip to negative town because I swear there will be a happy ending at the end. So 13 hours on a plane, cramped up like an illegal crossing the border in an apple box, just is not very fun lets face it. The flight had its ups and downs. The ups were highlighted by this cool australian lady who sat next to us and gave us a good run down on the Australian way of life. She gained my respect when we first met her, and she said that she was so glad that the people sitting next to her weren't fattys. The In-Flight entertainment was pretty legit to, You get your own LCD screen loaded with all sorts of new movies, tv-shows, and music. So naturally I caught up on some Bear Grylls, Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares, The Hangover, and I love you man. Yea, 13 hours is a long time when you don't sleep. I'm not a big proponent of medicating for anything unless I'm really hurting, but on the flight home I'm buyn a smoothie with a box of ambien mashed up in it. The food was ultra suspect on the plane, however, I discover aussie lemonade which is kinda like sprite except way better. The moral of the story is I didn't sleep a wink, and I was not prepared for the day I was about to have. Moving On, I got off the plane in Brisbane which looked like a pretty big and industrialized city from the air, and I got down to the Visa Check point only to find out that my visa didn't match my passport so I had to get that fixed. Then, like a total idiot, I declared that I had food in my bag. So as Evan jeted right through customs, I got the Osama Bin Ladin look a like shake down. Everything I owned was scanned over a stinking bag of trail mix and a few cliff bars. The end result being that the head security official asked me why the trail mix had M&Ms in it, and if that defeated the purpose of TRAIL mix. Next the shuttle company lost my reservation and that was a huge hastle. I finally got out to the shuttle to find out that Evan was gonna get on, but I had to wait for the next one. Which seemed alright, but it turned out that I had to wait it out through the next four. I got into it with the shuttle guy because he was a total idiot. I mean any man in a leather jacket probably deserves a verbal smack down. So i get on the shuttle with the asian invasion, and it seemed like my worst nightmare was becoming a reality. I was stuck on another continent with a bunch of other non-english speaking foreigners separated from evan, and completely hating life! Things started to look up again once I got to Bond. The campus is even better than the pictures, and my room is pretty cool. If I look straight across to the next dorm I can see Evan's dorm. We have been communicating with hand signals and screaming because we have been internet and phone-less. I have yet to get a room mate but I have met people from all over the world which has been pretty cool. We also went to this BarBQ last night where they had Shrimp on the Barbie! SIKE, they had wierd tasting burger patties on white bread with ketchup and onions. Oh yea and they played Matchbox 20s greatest hits the whole time. Rewind, before the barBQ we checked out the town of varsity lakes, its about a 5 minute walk from campus. Its all brand new and has a bunch of restaurants, cafes, and even an IGA. Australia is the wierdest mix of cultures. Theres a huge american influence, but there are a lot of things that seem to be European. And from my personal census, half the population is Asian. Also You group Australian people into 2 very distinct physiological groups. The dichotomy pretty much goes like this: there are a great number of modern professional looking people who seemed polished and sharp, then there is a huge contingent of them that look like the most inbreed hicks on the planet. The look like haggard englishmen and dress like ANdy Milonakis, wierd I know. I found out from this aussie today that they call those austrialians, Bogans. Any way I'm still ultra jet lagged and I cant type anymore so I'll finish this up tommorow. Hope all is well in Obamaland! LAter