It's about time. Geeze.

I have to admit, it is a bit ridiculous how long it has taken me to get motivated to write a post. I mean I wish I could say, the kids are crazy and my job is tiring and I am just trying to keep everyone in line and I'm so busy but that would all be a big. FaT. LIE. I'm bored. I know, I know, I should be able to entertain myself, right? Only boring people get bored, right? Well fine. I'm boring then. Its just that this not really job thing is kinda starting to drive me nuts. Who would have thought? Being able to do what I want everyday. Working out, hanging out, going out. Well sometimes the lack of structure makes me feel like driving into a structure. Ok, that was a bad one. I think I've gotten my point across. I wouldn't be so restless if I could just accept the downtime. I know there is a time and it is coming that I will be too busy to breathe. But that's hard to look at now when I want something--anything to do. I just feel like there is something I should be doing all this time. I should be creating some grand project (hence my scrapbook materials that are now gathering dust) or writing a story (like the one left unfinished for the past four months), or really getting serious about getting into shape (my everyday gym visits are cancelled out by my social life), or volunteering (ha, yeah right), or SOMETHING. Its just that I have a hard time when there is no time limit. I mean, all of these things are something I can get around to whenever. There is no deadline. I work better with deadlines. Even if I do save everything until the night before. At least that way it gets done somehow. So I need to make a schedule for myself. No more pussy footing around. Or whatever that phrase is.

Sticking to my original plan, I am going to write about Australia. In minor detail since I have forgotten most of major ones.

Well I would like to start off by saying I can't wait to go back. Which I know I will do someday because I have a grand friend who resides there and I plan on visiting her asap. We flew into Sydney and because the flight was so accommodating, I had little jet lag and we were able to walk around the harbor before my brother met us. The time in Sydney was great, we got to go on a boat ride around the harbor, a car tour through the most expensive areas and just walk along the coast all the while admiring the view of the Opera House and the bridge. At night we ate right near the water and enjoyed some white wine and fine dining. We got to venture to the aquarium which is now my favorite aquarium of all time because of all the great marine life. I loved the clean and vibrant city. The night life was something I was not able to experience since we were so tired (not to mention with the parental units), but it sure was a sight. There is a lot of Sydney we just didn't have time to see, but what I did see of it was amazing.

From there we went to the tropical resort island--Hamilton Island. It was absolutely breath taking. I felt like I was honestly in paradise. White cockatoos filled the air and we were a mere 5 minute walk to the most crystal clear waters I had ever seen. We snorkeled, walked along the beach, laied out by the many pools, bbqed at night, read on the deck of our giant hotel and just enjoyed the tropical weather. It was the vacation I had always dreamed of.

From there we were off to Magnetic Island--the small island a 20 minute ferry ride from where Grant's uni was. The island was small but full of things to do. We went on a hike where we saw 5 koalas, rode our "moke" (small carish thing) to the place where the rock wallabies resided and walked along the endless miles of beach. The jelly fish were beginning to travel inland so the beach we were going to swim on was closed. The bonus was that we go to see one digesting a fish! It was crazy to watch. Our day there was filled to the brim with things to do and the next day we took the ferry back to Townsville. We got to walk around Grant's town and see small town Australian life. We ate out, we swam, and after my parents left we even got to go scuba diving for the second and third time that trip!

Our big dive was the S.S. Yongala--a wreak dive. It was about a two hour boat ride out past the inner reef to a relatively shallow part in the water where the boat sunk years ago. Since this boat had been laying on its side for so long, it had virtually turned into an artificial reef. It was teeming with brilliant life. There were giant fish everywhere you looked, sea snakes, sea turtles, the most beautiful coral--it was truly an unbelievable ecosystem that I had only witnessed through video. To be there, in the flesh--able to reach out and touch a fish swimming past was something like a dream. It was hard for me to grasp the reality. I could have stayed down there for days just watching. It was impossible to see everything even though we went down twice for about 30 minutes each time. We saw a giant Queensland grouper and even a manta ray swimming above us. It was a sight I had honestly dreamt about time and time again and I had never felt more at peace. It is a dive I will never forget.

The rest of the time in Townsville was a blur. We went to the Billabong Sanctuary, hung out with Grant's friends and just had a good time. I loved every minute of the time I spent down unda, and as I said before, I cannot wait to go back! Melbourne awaits me!

I apologize for the brevity of this post, I seem to have lost my value to think logically, creatively or otherwise. Hopefully my next post will be less scatter brained! To hopes for brain activity in the future!