Osrtraaaaaaaaleugh.

Oi mates, it's Bin Peddock postin' frum Ostraaaaaleuh! Wei've jast gawt Internet workin at our 'Otel 'Partmint and Oi'm gunna git a powst 'bout Valintoimes Dai!

My God, I never realised how hard it was to type in a convincing Australian accent. I think I'll save myself the embarrassment and type normally now because I really don't think it's worth it. Anyhows, HI. Unlike my last post I actually have a subject to talk about (in fact two) so I should be able to plow through this. Oh but first this.

FUN FACT: I'm about to post this and decided to check the time and it says that it's 7:16 in the evening. I also see that on my brother's computer clock (who he's been to lazy to change to Australian time since we arrived) that for you guys in East Anglia right now the time is apparently about 11:16 am. Woah, does this mean I'm in the future? (I just updated this so that the joke on the next line made sense and I hadn't confused you by having the time about 44 minutes out and given you the time for when I completed and posted this.)

Anyway, you people of the past are probably slightly interested about my journey here. I may be mistaken, but I don't believe I am hated that much to assume that. Perhaps by myself, but not you guys. We arrived in Australia about 1 am on Saturday after three straight days of travelling from Wednesday. The whole travelling process was in about six steps. It went something like this:

1. Get to the taxi that drives you to the train station
2. Get a train at the train station to take you to the underground station
3. Take the underground train thingy at the underground station to ANOTHER TRAIN
Jeez, we're getting on a lot of vehicles here.
4. Take the OTHER TRAIN to the Airport Shuttle to take us to Gatwick Airport
Ugh.
5. Get the gosh-damned plane at Gatwick to fly us NOT to Australia, but to Dubai in Arabia that acts as a mid-point between the UK and Australia for some strange reason
JEEBUS CRIPES ARE WE THERE YET?!
Nearly! Just ten more hours on the Dubai flight!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Look, they gave you food and movies to watch for free!
The food tasted funny, kind of.
Oh, well that's probably you just being racist.
You're racist!
Your mom's a racist!
Oh that is it! Come get some you non-indented little Justin Bieber fanatic!
Oh no you didn't!
FIGHT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
NYAAAAAAAARGH
UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH
RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGGARGAHGJKDA

*10 hours later*

(Fade in from black. Indented Text is banging Non-Indented Text's head against a desk)

DING! Welcome to Australia finally!
.........Yay! Come on Non-indented Text!
Uugh, my face...
Come on you! The Angels don't wait for slowpokes! La la la la la

Okay, that was off one hell of a tangent. Either way, the journey was long and aggravating and I never got to bang anyone's head against a desk, so it wasn't entertaining either. Well, I watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Wall-E and A Bug's Life which strangely enough was a movie that I watched as a dumb kid about every day for about 6 months that I still remembered hardly anything about. Those movies were good anyway but with a total of 18 hours plane journey with some baby crying and yelling for the whole BOTH plane journeys depriving me of sleep and the rest of my sanity, they didn't EXACTLY make up for it much.

But now I'm here and it's all good now because I never have to do that ever again oh wait a minute CRAPDAMNIT.

Well while we're here, we have a nice hotel room with ham and cereal and crap and a nice view that faces the Indian ocenan that we spent long grueling hours flying over, strangely enough. Our "body clocks" were shot to pieces from two sleepless nights on bloody planes and I ended up going to bed in the early afternoon of about four. The rest of us woke up about midnight to fireworks (that were obviously there to celebrate our arrival, hurr huurrrr) that also helped us because it woke us up so we could stay up a couple hours so that we could go to sleep again and wake up at a more appropriate time.

We've spent the day (that you people of the past have yet to experience o_O) going to a wildlife park to see all of Australia's weird-ass inhabitants such as the Wonga Pigeon, the Imperial Pigeon, the Crested Pigeon, Shut Up About Pigeons Ben, You Don't Want To Alert The Pigeon Boy Cultists By Resurfacing Your Interest In Pigeons, moving swiftly on, The Blue Tounged Lizard, the Pottoro, the Kangaroo, the Wallaby, the Dingo, the Koala, the Peacock, the Peahen, the Emu, the Wombat, the Spotted Quoll, the Casawary, and a multitude of parrots and a whole load of other stuff I can't possibly remember. But we have pictures that will be uploaded on Facebook shortly either on James' or my Facebook wall. Don't expect to see them now until I give the word later.

Oh bugger, this post was supposed to be about Valentine's Day. Let's cut this short since this has been one hell of a post.

Love. What does it mean? I dunno, it could mean a lot of things.

Well that's enough, bye now. GOD DAMMIT I'M JUST TOO LAZY.