This week was okay. It was one of the better weeks that I've had. Well, it was better than last week that's all I know. Saturday was like an adventure looking into what I truly like and dislike. I sorted all of this out with my mum. We worked out that I desperately want to travel, that I don't want to get married as young as I thought or at all, that I am cautious when it comes to having children because of the way some children turn out and that I'd prefer not to have a fixed address or only live at one particular house/apartment for 12 months at a time (this generally being overseas too). Now that I've realised that I can actually leave the country and the only thing that is stopping me is money then life has become a lot simpler. To be honest, Australia is boring to me now. I want to find adventure and go between countries and learn a new language/s. I want to live in a culture then change at a drop of a hat. I sound like I want to be homeless or something. No, I don't want to be homeless, I just want to be sort of a travelling gypsy rather than someone who is tied down with a house, husband and children. That's what intrigues me. The fact that I don't have to stay somewhere if I don't want to. The fact that I can move around and nothing will stop me from doing so. A friend of mine wants to do similar things. She wants to live out of suitcases and travel everywhere and anywhere. I don't think I'm stealing her idea. No, I don't think that. I think I'm going off what I'm feeling currently, plus I don't want just travel. I want to live in these places and experience them 12 months at a time. I'll have the little apartment with the balcony in Italy, I'll have the terrace house in the middle of London, and I'll also have the New York apartment with the original brickwork inside. I want to live everywhere. Have all of my possessions shipped all around the world but pick up new things for every new home I'm in. That would be wonderful. It's exciting knowing that I can achieve this and that I can be a travelling gypsy if I wanted to be (I'm not going to be a real gypsy, just travel like one).
This post isn't really telling the week that was. Oh well, I still have some things to talk about before I get to the week that was.
Ian Thorpe. The human fish. I have a few things to say about his return to swimming. I don't think he's going to make it. There are a few things that go against him. One: The fact that he has been out of competition for a very long time (a long time in the swimming world). Two: He's older and therefore no longer has the body that he did at 17. Three: He's not in the best shape for competition. Four: He is going up against the fittest swimmers in Australia who have been training for this non-stop while he has had a few years off and then gone back. These guys haven't done that. They have trained their whole lives for this. 6 days a week. That's is what it takes. Thorpe has had a few months to prepare. It's not enough. Five: These guys are in the age bracket of 18-24. He has no chance.
I get that some comeback stories work but some people are just meant to stay retired. Why can't people just accept that they made that decision and stick to it. They made it so they have to live with it and live with the consequences. There are quite a number of Australian Swimmers that are coming out of retirement to try and make one last Olympic team. I just watched Thorpe's semi final. He came 6th out of 8. He was going well for the first 100m but then be died. He didn't actually die but you know what I mean. He sank and couldn't get going again. He still has the 100m freestyle to go so maybe he'll be able to do something with that since he could only make it that far in the 200m. If not, it's to the relay team for him. As he said, "The fairy tale has descended into a nightmare."
Right, I don't think I have anything more to say before I continue onto the week that was. Oh, I saw the funniest new story today. Three Japanese tourists were trying to get to North Stradbroke Island in their rental car yesterday. That's doesn't sound so strange since it is a beautiful place and everything. Well what's kooky about this story is that their GPS told them to drive down mangrove mud and attempt to drive across 15km of water. Now only Australians or Queenslanders will know what I'm talking about when I say, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! It is impossible to drive to NSI. Impossible. They have ferries designed to load up cars and take them across. This is how in year 11 my class and I travelled there for our Biology camp. This is just one of the photos from the story:
Ummm, yeah. You see the ferry in the distance? And you see the water? You'd think they'd connect the dots a bit more. I'm not being mean or anything but it was a pretty funny story. I mean no harm in mocking them. But seriously, how hard is it to not follow the GPS and actually look at where you're driving?
Another photo from the story:
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Moving on.
To the week that was!
Monday: Well, Monday I was pretty pumped up from realising that I didn't have to stay in the country anymore and my realisation that I also could do a flight attendant course in order for me to travel around the world for free, live in different places/countries and get payed for it. Sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me. So I look up everything I needed to know about this course and the cities/airlines I would like to work for and live in.
Tuesday: Pretty much the same as the day before except that I ran into one of my old friends one the train again. It was the same one as last week so meh.
Wednesday: It was raining that day. It was so nice. I love the rain. My favorite type of weather. I also ran into a girl from my old school drama class at the station and we caught up on everything we were doing.
Thursday: Rained again, though not as much. Nothing interesting to report.
Friday/Today: The same as Monday. This has really travelled through the week. I must has written so much above because I knew I didn't have much to talk about now.
So, that's all from me people. I'll see you next time I blog.
Bye-Bye.
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