of tasmania and things

It's been so long since I last posted here. I wonder if there's still anybody out there who comes by and checks in once in awhile for content? Probably not. As interesting as my posts are, it's been near .. what .. a month or so since the last update? Something like that, long enough.

Gawd. Gawd. I love Tasmania.

There are still the few assholes here and there who are racist enough to raise their voice in public now and again, and it surely sucks when you miss the bus back home on Sundays and the only other one going anywhere near your area is an hour and a half's wait away ... but besides that, it's everything I could have hoped and wished for. After getting used to the weather here, it's even more than that. Nothing like a cold, refreshing morning breeze blowing in your face to get you started for the day.

Odd though, I miss home more than ever. Family, friends. My newly renovated room which I only got to enjoy for around two weeks before moving off to Tasmania. The suckage. The pure and overwhelming suckage. More importantly, the family and friends issue. Still pissed about the room, though.

I haven't got any photos yet. Never bothered getting around to taking any, though I eventually will, I'm sure. Firstly, it's going to be pictures of my homestay mates: Minji, the 15 year old Korean girl. Michio, the 16 year old Japanese boy. And Haeri, the 13 year old Korean girl. Read that, thirteen years old! I didn't know such young people were allowed out of their parents' protection. Caitlin's eager about Michio's picture because I've said he's quite good looking, but hell would I know for sure; I'm a guy myself.

The devil's temptation World of Warcraft is consuming my soouuulll. Anyone heard of it? Oh I bet you have. The hype is not exaggerated. It is that. Freakin'. Good. I'm exercising some willpower over myself now and not playing as much anymore but God, how I wish I could. How I wish I could ... -twitches all over-

Anyway, I'll continue this post some other day. I've been getting into Stephen King's novels recently and they're scaring me so much I don't dare stay up after 11 anymore. It's the clowns. I see them everywhere. Their sickly pus-green grins, and the inhuman twirls of their blood crimson hair. Oh, the balloons in their hands with all the whimsical animal shapes. They float. But we all float. We all float when we die. Die. Die. We all float.

Ehem. Right. Signing off.

P.S I hate it when people say 'Tassie'. Sweet Jeezus, what's wrong with 'Tasmania'? It sounds a lot less disgustingly Barney-ish in any case.