Well, I'm back! That is if you hadn't noticed. I came back from the flight from Sydney at around 2 - half past 2 in the morning but we managed to take ages to find our bags (which we gained one more when we came back, well, it wasn't a bag..). By the time we (or I) did find them, it was around 3 in the morning. I knew instantly that I wasn't going to be able to stay home (because my parents are assholes) and sleep, so I was going to have to endure a whole day of school before I could sleep.

So I'll start from the flight down there. We flew out at around 1:30 thursday morning, and only a very small minority of people knew where I would actually be (not including the internet), that was until Daryl decided to ruin my fun and tell lots of people (it was more like tell Ms Herrod that I was going to be only going for 6 days). Flying economy isn't the best thing, it isn't bad I suppose, but having long legs and the guy in front of you decide to lean his chair back into my legs isn't the most exciting thing in the world. I was going to read on the plane until they decided to turn off the lights! Why would they turn the lights off on the red eye flight? WHY? It was annoying because I couldn't read my book, and I wasn't going to be watching the shitty movie they had on the flight thing (it was "The Notebook"). So I tried to do some kind of sleeping, but all I managed was to have 5 minutes of eye closing and the rest me waking up with a shock. Oh, what was worse, was waking up to the sun glaring right in your eyes and it only being 6 o'clock (our time, so it was 6:30 in sydney). After that flight I had no other sleep until 8 that night, so I stayed up around 36 hours (go me!).

I didn't see any of you people at the airport, why not? I was expecting to see someone there I knew holding up some kind of cardboard with my name on it. But I did see some asian guy with chinese/japanese/fuckmyknees written on some cardboard, so I laughed. Instantly I felt the cold which was good, and I find out it was only 13°C in Sydney at that time, so hooray for that. And! Haha, we managed to get our flights mixed up, well, it was more like the gate number. We saw one flight going to Dubbo and instantly thought that was our flight, so we went there only to find out our gate was all the way at the other end of terminal 3. So we had to run with lots of awkward stuff, to a gate 15 minutes walk away. All fun though.

Rather fun (amazingly) when we were there, I suppose because I like a couple of my uncles, but I dunno, I managed not to be as bored as I thought I'd be. But the instant I got back from school and people found out where and why I went, they asked if I got pissed. Why would I do that? I suppose because I was on holidays, but I don't think I need alcohol to have a good time. I know that when I get pissed (once I turn 18, I'm a good boy :-) I'll have fun, but until then I find being sober fun. I have photos of my trip if anyone wants to view them.

So here I am writing this post after I had just finished (well, I still have a question left) some history. Right about now I'm wishing I didn't have to go to school tomorrow (or is it today?) and that I could just sleep, but I don't see that happening. But tomorrow I have to drive up and pay off some of my layby! Until something big falls in my front yard, or something else interesting happens, I might end it here.