What can I say?

During my never ending free time at work, I've been looking at photo's from people's adventures through NZ, and today was a bit more special. For some strange reason, I started to get a bit weepy. Yup, you read it right, my eyes started to water a bit. Hey! I hardly know what that was about. I guess I'm just so over whelmed with the fact that pretty soon I'll be down there kickin' it. Can you believe it?! I hardly can! And as Little J told me before, he told me that I'm not going to understand what I'm doing until I'm actually down there. I feel that he's right. It's the same feeling that I had when I was inter railing. We had no idea that we were just jumping over borders and changing countries over night until we were done. It's an amazing feeling without a doubt, but a lot to take in.

Is it good that I'm looking at the photos? My dad says that I'm just getting my hopes up really high by doing it, and then when I finally get down there I'll just be disappointed. There can definitely be some truth in that, however, I'm really looking forward to the freedom of it all. Buy a car, go where I go, meet who I meet, no routines, etc. You know where I'm going with this for those who know of the feeling. And for those of you who don't know, get your ass out there and do some traveling, simple as that. And write a blog. :P

Currently watching a live paintball internet feed from the states, really interesting. I'm really curious how good Kiwis are at playing pball. Going to try and go to some events and "rank" them, so to speak. And maybe hustle some people down there too ;) Pretend that I don't know anything about pball, and then just give'em a nice healthy surprise. Hehe...we shall see. As of now, I'm not really thinking too much about pball. Actually, I'm thinking more about how I'm not thinking about pball. I really love the sport, but I'm surprised that I'm feeling the way I'm feeling about it all at the moment. But I kind of have to blame that on the out come of the past three teams that I've been a part of. Oh well, we'll see what happens when I'm down there and how I feel when I come back.

On another note, my apartment. Or better said "my" apartment. I've been renting it 2nd hand, unofficially. Currently, who to describe this...hmmm...it looks like a real war zone. I kid you not. There are dishes all over the place, clothes scattered all over. It's like some one ran into my apartment looking for something. Trying to find my secret storage space for my stolen goods/cash. I'm very ashamed okay. But at the same time, I can't be bothered to clean it up. Not the slightest bit. Mainly because I'm leaving. However, there are some pieces of furniture that I have to sell, like my bed and closet. It wouldn't surprise me if I can't sell the closet, because it's a real POS (I'm not going to translate that, go to www.urbandictionary.com to translated it). But yeah, hopefully I'll get some of that sold off for a small fee. I know I won't be making a lot off it, but at the same time it's not a lot to have. I'm tired of my 90cm bed now, and I really want a queen sized bed for a change.

Aight guys, it's 00.07 time for bed.

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