This month has been pretty cool, mother told me she's booked me to go to Australia as well, saw pictures of the place my sister is staying on Google earth. It's on the Gold Coast, her boyfriend was telling me she doesn't like the beach 'cause fucking sharks. It's such a British thing I think to be fearful of such things. Actually no, I watched Australia's Deadliest Animals, looked intense. Excited about the prospect of seeing a snake though, yesss.
I am extremely lucky with this travelling business. I don't know what I'd do if I felt trapped for too long, I'd probably implode. Paris is booked too, I should be there for my birthday; although I still have no passport..
Currently listening to Jimi Hendrix - Valleys of Neptune.