
The past few days haven’t been too exciting. I’ve just been reading and laying out at the lagoon every so often. I think I’ve read more books in the past month than I have all year. It took me forever to read that stupid book about Australia. There were so many facts and figures that my mind kept wandering and I would have to reread what I just read. And some how I was tricked into reading Twilight. I must have blacked out or something. Actually it was a choice between that and going out and buying another book, so I decided to get it over with so everyone would quit bothering me about it. I tired to go into it with an open mind, and there were definitely some good parts, but I thought the author was pretty repetitive in story line and word usage and really just dragged it out too long. I’m seriously considering writing Stephanie Myer a letter addressing her overuse of the word “incredulous” and telling her how it practically ruined the book for me. And then she will write me back and tell me that she doesn’t care what I think because a billion other people loved the book and she has enough money to buy the rights to the word “incredulous” and exclusively use it as much as she wants. Between Jamie and Katy, they have all four books here and I’m still undecided, but I will probably end up reading the rest of the series, not because I particularly want to, but since they’ll be lying around. In the mean time, I’m taking a Twilight break and reading Chelsea Handler’s memoir Are You There, Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea. And also, fyi, Lost in Translation the book is nothing like Lost in Translation the movie…in a bad way.
Katy’s birthday was yesterday. We celebrated by feeding her a ton of sugar and going to the lagoon during the day and then going out to eat that night. We went to a “modern Australian” restaurant that had all of the Australian animals; kangaroo, emu and crocodile. I’m glad they don’t eat koalas…that would be too sad. I’ve had kangaroo a couple times so I was excited to try the other two. We got a crocodile appetizer and I ordered the emu as my main course. Crocodile tastes like a cross between chicken and fish, which makes complete sense since it lives both on land and in water. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that emu is red meat. For some reason I thought it would be white meat, I guess because it’s a bird. It was really, really good…tasted like steak with kind of a different flavor but still mild.
Later we went out with our friends from Sydney who are here and some people we’ve met at the hostel. We kind of think the German guy in our room with us might be gay because he’s a really good dancer and his hair is always perfect. But all European guys love to dance so maybe he’s not. Maybe I just want him to be because I miss Scott. It was a pretty fun night even though there aren’t too many choices of places to go out around here.
I didn’t feel too good today. I slept so long that when I woke up, Michael Jackson, Farrah Faucet and Ed McMan were all dead.
I have the day to myself tomorrow because Jamie and Katy are going on another diving trip. I didn’t think I was quite up to trying it again yet so I decided to pass…still practicing breathing through my mouth.