Hello interwebz!

Well I'm changing all my strings I'm gonna write another travellin' song...

I haven't written a blog post since my Xanga days in high school, which served its purpose of cryptically dedicating emo lyrics to boys I've never spoken to. As a misanthropic luddite (aka opposite of social media guru), my web presence is practically null (also, there are 47.6 million other people with my name in this world-this may or may not be an exaggeration), but I know I'll be grateful for documenting this experience, especially when the dementia days kick in.

To be honest, I don't known much about Australia. I imagine that everyone looks like some rendition of Matthew McConaughey, swills Yellowtail and Foster's, hugs koalas, throws shrimp on the barbie, and surfs in Uggs. Not a bad profile, I'd say, and as much as I love stereotypes (I get a little giddy when an Asian person gets on the train at Canal Street with a giant, 20-pound bag of rice), I'm eager to embrace the southern summer sun and see Australia for what it truly is.

Here is some nifty advice I've received from loved ones that I'll keep in mind during my trip:
-Don't get arrested
-Don't get the herp
-Don't get arrested in Thailand 
-Don't die, "because then I'll be bored and I'll have to find a new friend"
-Beware of Drop Bears
-Make a bushfire plan

As you can see, my friends have a lot of faith in me... -_-

Overheard in Sydney during my 23-hour layover:
Chinese street performer: When I was 10, I told my mom I wanted to grow up and become a street performer. She said I could only choose one.

Lolz too real.

<3 jenny