Prologue?

Bryan Does Australia
Call it a prologue if you will....or if you won't, call it 'bryan was really excited and wanted to start his FANTASTIC journal thing already even though he doesn't leave for another month.' (and then say that 5 times fast and tape-record it and send it to me) i'm going to call it:

The Slaphappy Beginnings of the Worst Story Ever Told
because i own it, so i can, and i like the word 'slaphappy'.

this will be a chronicling of my trip to the land down under...I quit two jobs for this trip, so hopefully it doesn't turn into an horrible fiasco where i end up penniless and stranded (although that might make for a pretty good read...hmmm...fingers crossed for bryan's misfortune!).

For those of you who don't know, i decided to do a work exchange in wintry Australia this summer over sunny beaches in Spain and Portugal because...well, because i got stuck behind some random chick wearing an Australia jersey on my way to work the other day. Divine intervention? could be. bryan is inherently indecisive and took the first chance he could to NOT make a decision? more likely. but what's done is done...so stop chastising me over it (amy).


Since i don't leave for another month, there really is no point to this first entry other than: I want the record to show that this is what i looked like before i left (charming, ruggedly handsome, superbly masculine...yes, i know)...what i look like when i return--only time will tell. time and the demeanor of the kangaroos...be gentle oh pouch-ed ones.