In the library, last time to use the internet frivolously for a while...

My bags have been packed for about 10 hours now.
All my plane tickets are booked and printed.
There is at least one night at a hostel booked in each place I am heading to.

I think I am ready to step into homelessness.

The itinerary:

• Tasmania: Launceston, Overland Track between Cradle Mountain and Lake St Clair, Hobart. Hope to see: massive trees and people with six fingers
• Back to Sydney for Homebake music festival. Hope to see: Craig Nicholls play a gig without smashing his guitar
• On to Fiji: Nadi and hopefully some more of its 303 islands. Hope to see: cocktails with miniature umbrellas on the beach while I celebrate turning 21
• East Coast: Cairns, Cape Trib, Whitsundays, Fraser island (or at least that's the vague plan). Hope to see: Hannah avoid sunburn, pretty fish, a dingo, amongst other things.
• Back to Sydney for NYE. Hope to see: fireworks over the harbour and the sun come up on a beach somewhere then head back to the airport for
• New Zealand: north and south islands. Hope to see: Hannah doing the haka, a kiwi bird and more of their drink driving adverts
• Back to Sydney to figure out something to do with my remaining 3 weeks of holiday/ get a job because I have run out of money.

Hopefully I will manage to keep you updated as the plan progresses.

For now, stay safe. And let's hope I make my 8am flight to Launceston (hilariously dubbed 'Inceston' by a southern Tassie) tomorrow morning.

I've jumped on the blog bandwagon

This is just a very brief opening as I really am supposed to be writing 4000 words on the proposal for a treaty with Aboriginal Australians (or are they Australian Aboriginals? Michael Mansell can be quite infuriating). Instead of doing that, though, it's approaching midnight and I am sat half in pyjamas with a party hat on my head at a jaunty angle.

Two things of note happened today:

1. It was my flat mate Lizzie King's birthday. We made her a chocolate brownie meringue fruit cake which was supposed to be with cream but I overwhipped it to make butter so it had buttercream icing. For her breakfast I made her pancakes and bacon. I even slept on the sofa instead of my own bed in an attempt to not wake her up in the morning (so that we could use those party noisy blowy streamer things to optimum effect in waking her up along with mandatory awful singing and the popping of cheap 'Yellow' fizzy alcohol).

What actually happened was she woke at 6.30am, even before me, and listened for a while as we attempted to organise her surprise. Then, before we were ready, she had her shower. So there was no grand awakening.

Then we all ate cake and pancakes and drank fake bucks fizz until we all wanted to vomit.

2. I was presented with a bottle of wine as the runner up prize for an essay competition by the Young Lawyers Environment and Planning Committee. Then I think they felt guilty that the winner got $250 and a book so they gave me another bottle that they figured wouldn't get drunk (even though that's all they seemed to be interested in. Typico lawyers).

Probably one of the poorer essays I have written since starting uni. Apparently more than just 2 people entered the student category, though, so I must've beaten someone.

As a final and unrelated note, the background for this blog is a photo I took at Gordon's Bay. It is a small bay (big surprise there, I know) that is surrounded by tall cliffs and piles of rock so that you have no idea Coogee is just around the corner. There is no surf and the water is incredibly clear, if sometimes suffering from some scum on top thanks to careless beach goers. I saw a child's blue spade floating with me the other day. 

Nothing could mar that place for me, though. I think it's my favourite in all of Sydney so far.