RAMBO STRIKE!

So, another blog entry. This will probably be long, and full of boring crap you don't want to read.

Well, a month after I made my last post, I finally took off from Canberra, saying goodbye to the what, 5 people I knew there?

My Mum came from Canada to come grab me, we drove to Coffs Harbour first, where I was born, and lazed around the beach for a couple of days. Then we headed off to the Gold Coast. It's a pretty nice place, lots of beaches, and also the things that you come to expect with beaches are quite nice.

After a couple of days there, we headed up to Brisbane, basically to see my Godmother for a week. It was a good time, lots of big dinners and family gatherings, etc.

Then we packed up early in the morning on a Saturday and went to Sydney. Man. What. A. Long. Drive. Like 18 hours. When we got there it was pretty nice though, we had this hole in the wall hotel, you could barely stand up in the shower, but whatever, we were right on Manly beach, so good times were had while we spent our last 2 days in Australia.

Finally we got to the airport, waited around a hell of a lot, and got on a plane to San Fransisco. I must say, what an interesting place.

We got off of the plane, went through security, re-checked baggage, etc and then we decided to go to Fisherman's Wharf. This is basically a place near the water where everyone looks like a convict trying to steal shit from you. So I was basically busy the whole time protecting my laptop and several other costly goods in my bag instead of enjoying the nice day.

Since I was so freaked about getting stuff stolen, we decided to head down to the actual piers, now. It was some holiday in the US, so NO one was at the piers working. Creepiest place ever.

What made me jump? Fucking Sea Lions. Seriously.

Anyway, after that we went and got some chowder, and headed back to the airport to wait a whole bunch more (by the way, the streets of San Fran are fucking insane. I don't know how people afford to drive cars there, they must be repaired daily).

Anyway, on to Vancouver. Now, I spent a week here, basically recovering from jet lag and walking around the most awesome city ever. Lots of fun was had, even though I was perpetually tired there. Here comes the *best part of my trip. I got on a plane to Calgary a week later, and the flight was relatively uneventful until we reached Calgary's skyline. Massive turbulence, the plane was actually turning on its side. Freakiest moment I've ever experienced. The pilot was a dick and decided to try and land, we almost crashed into goddamn Deerfoot Trail. The plane was rocking so bad, and we were like 20 metres above the runway. RIGHT at the last second, he pulled up.

5000 feet in 20 seconds. My stomach was screaming at me. THEN he banked around the city and tried again, it felt exactly the same, and the plane was shaking itself to death.

We landed, I kissed land. Grabbed my bags, and met the parents. Crappy trip. Still, not as bad as the trip TO Australia.

When I got back to Calgary, I spent basically the next 2 weeks 'catching up with people'. We all know this means getting severely trashed every night.

Good times, then I had to get on with a job hunt. I found a job at Black's and worked there for a while, while I continued to socialise relatively often for the next month. Then I got fired at Black's. (I should add, I have a severe camera addiction problem. I want one NOW).

Anyway, after I was fired at Black's I job hunted unsuccessfully, and basically got back into sleeping and socialising full-time.

Fast forward to today and the last week I guess, I started school again and the other day I got a call back from a computer store for an interview on Tuesday (finally, some possible money flow)

I've also met some awesome people in the past week and a half, they know who they are, and everything has been fantastic. Until yesterday.

I have a cold. It sucks. I want to commit seppuku.

Anyway, I believe this update is decent enough for now. Time to go recover from this bullshit cold.

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-Ryan "Purple" Hayes