after writing the most airy fairy entry that has been neatly popped away into my drafts folder...

its time to stop being a semi conscious airhead zw!

and so i need to pick my life up.

why is it that i always stumble when i first get into things. some people just dive right into it and start swimming. why cant life be like... i dunno... my first ski experience. or my first snowboard experience. i fell twice the first time i skiied and that's it. could do everything decently afterwards. why doesn't it work the same way for other things!? argh. i'm starting to believe in my own incompetence. disgusting. oh the need to impress at interviews. i'm fkd... argh. ok chill. 3 yrs to get your act together. actually no, by then it'll be too late. say, get ur act together now. now. now.

europe trip's a pain. planning's a pain. though i know i'll wish i planned more when i'm actually there. just like for merimbula, though i did enjoy the chillax feel of it and the spontaneity of things. the waterbombs. ha! loved it. save the bruise i sustained as a result of underestimating the size of my thighs (i ran into a tap and got a bruise the siz of a.. hmm.. male palm.

ok gotta get out and get rail tix now...