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my B-FRIEND.

i secretly dream that he is dedicating this to me

awwwwwwww, here it goes.

the last time i went on a major trip outside of the country, i went to england and france during my junior year of high school. when i boarded the plane that would take us from france back to the u.s., i thought to myself:

"wow. what an unforgettable experience. i'm gonna remember this for the rest of my life."

unfortunately, beyond what i can remember by looking at the few pictures that i took with my digital camera, i really don't remember much about that "unforgettable experience." i can remember what the paris skyline looked like, but i don't really remember what standing on the top of the eiffel tower felt like. i remember that we ate authentic fish and chips in london, but i don't really remember what it tasted like.

i don't know if the "let's-see-how-much-we-can-do-in-two-weeks" nature of the trip, my poor memory, or just the fact that it's been three years is responsible for my inability to remember that trip. it's probably a combination of all three. i wouldn't expect this issue to get better with age.

HENCE, THE TRAVEL BLOG.

in case you don't know, or if you couldn't tell from the ridiculous title of this blog, i'm studying abroad in AUSTRALIA. for four months. that's way longer than two weeks. so, this blog isn't only gonna contain what i see and what i eat; it's gonna be a document of what i feel; what i taste; what i hear; what i think. yeah, it sounds a little corny--but that's okay. i want to remember every single detail of this trip. i hope you'll read this often and enjoy reliving the experience with me, even if i italicize and bold my words excessively.

so, in the weeks leading up to my departure, i'll be making posts about how i'm preparing to survive in another country for an entire semester. i'll talk about places i want to visit, things i want to do, any traveling tips i come across, and how much i'm freaking out/hyperventilating/sh*tting my pants/crying as july 15th approaches. STAY TUNED, MATES.

compare.

One Friday night...

...I will challenge myself (and any other crazies that wanna join me) to accomplish everything in Katy Perry's hit song, "Last Friday Night." This means that I will have to accomplish several things in various time frames:

Friday night:

Dance on table tops

Take too many shots

Kiss someone and think that I forgot

Max my credit card (:[ :[ :[)

Get kicked out of a bar

Hit the boulevard (I'm thinking Las Vegas Boulevard)

Streak in the park

Skinny dip in the dark

Have a menage a trois (woo)

Be unsure about the legality of an action

Say that I'm gonna stop

The following Saturday morning:

Host a stranger in my bed

Suffer from pounding in my head

Find glitter all over my room...

...And pink flamingos in my pool

Smell like a minibar (so, like, alcohol, I guess)

Find a DJ passed out in the yard

Discover Barbie on the barbecue

Have a hickey or a bruise, and be unsure about which of the two it really is

Try to connect the dots

Be unsure of what to tell my boss 

Think that the city towed my car (:[ :[ :[)

Find the chandelier on the floor

Rip my favorite party dress (awww)

Have a warrant out for my arrest (:[[[[[[[[[[)

Need a ginger ale

Have pictures from last night end up online

Be screwed (oh well)

Struggle to remember last night, as it is a blacked-out blur

Assure myself that it ruled (dayum!)

Finally, next Friday night:

Do it all again.

...

TGIF

TGIF

TGIF

(Hopefully, I can work a Kenny G solo up in there somehow)