Day 2

Tuesday 26th July

12am, I arrive back to my humble abode after an hour drive home from brissy airport with Joel. Some brothers don't get along, but we spend the entire time deep in convo, time flies in conversation. 

1am, Still wide awake, I check all the regular sites, talk to a philly in an attempt to line up some attention…. it's late, no avail. Sleep.

6am and a couple more hours, I'm straight out of bed like my body has been trained to be for the last month. Before I even realise I'm awake, I pack all my snow gear and am walking out the door to go check the waves….. Waves are nice but I don't have enough time to enjoy. Joel picks me up again this time in a massive moving truck, when he drops me off at the airport it looks like it has been hired just too carry my bags, some old dude gives me a weird look as I grab my stuff out of the back so I smack the son of a bitch upside the head. Bokononism.

10am, Girl at the desk for Jetstar is so cute, Her name is Kellie (marochydore airport, anyone know her?), I search her desk for a last name so I can cowardly add her on Facebook later and use a thesaurus to make her think I'm smart… I mean intelligent. I don't find it and spend 45 minutes in the departures lounge trying to think of something good to say to get a date with her….. I start watching a surfing edit with a moving song in it and I forget about it completely. 

12pm, Sydney domestic airport is Australia's most prestigious public cat walk. Virgin girls have me once again thinking of a real life way to talk to strange girls….. search for last names…. I come up with a good call but i'm in the shower and it's 20 minutes later….. ohhhh brother. 

3pm, I've landed in Albury, 7 airports in 28hrs. As I flew in I wondered if I could find that country setting where Lisa Mitchell sat on the swing and gave her little interviews for Idol from. If this was possible I then fathom if somehow that would be helpful in my everlasting conquest to one day marry her?. I get off the plane, mum is tear in eye, waiting. Mum is everything I like in myself, she is directly responsible for anything good I have ever thought,done,said,will…… 

3.15pm, Me and Mum are heavy convo for the next 2 hours, as always. It's always the deepest and intelligent conversation with the old cheese. She has the essence of it all, life experience a plenty. And a vocab worthy of Macquarie cats. I try to be as insightful, most of my stuff is "a brief history of philosophy" rehashed spew though. None the less these times are some of my most valued learnings.

7pm, After dinner with my cousin Leanne and Greg, which I might add is always enjoyable, those guys have done their fair share of living and they told me a story I'll use later as my own. Me and Mum head to my aunties house. Outside it is like -2 degrizzles, but wait what's this, heated flooring….. has anyone ever experienced this shit? EPIC. Lay all my cloths for the morning out and fall into a pleasant, well needed sleep.