Leaving tomorrow.

I fly off to Europe tomorrow, with a new haircut and most of my possessions, and I don't plan on coming back for a while. I'll be living in my sister's toolshed for a while in Puglia, then I relocate to Spain, probably to live in someone else's toolshed. I'm a little bit afraid, mainly of having my jet-lagged, mule-packed self robbed blind in Rome, but the fear is all part of the adventure, and as Crazy Joe Divola says, "Fear is our most primal emotion." (The Opera, Season 4.)

I'll miss Sydney, she's been alright to me.

I partied a lot, because I can't stop partying feat. Chamillionaire.

I worked 5000 jobs, 9 to 5, because I looove temping.

But most importantly, I made lots of new friends.

I'd like to give a special thank you to the A.T.O. for giving me this opportunity.

(yeeeeew)

Canal.

I took some pictures in the canal one day (with some CRAZY setting on the camera that I wasn't completely aware of). Almost none turned out, but I have four here that did to some extent.

That silhouette is Amy. Just after the photo, we heard some voices:
Amy: Oh no, people are coming.
Louis: They're probably just some 12 year olds on their razor scooters.
Amy: I'm scared, Louis! Let's go.

And so we left the peaceful canals, followed by the 12 year olds on their razor scooters.