Ok, never done a journal entry before, so here goes number 1. Christmas was kinda cool, I got my backpack for travelling, which if all goes to plan will be happening very soon, though I haven't made very solid plans as yet. But I am getting mighty excited. And I demand from myself a significant and solid body of work from my travels, no more half-assed observational poetry or pretty doodles.

BUt it's happy days
Working for below minimum wage. (But doing work I enjoy and learning lots and lots.) In 24 weeks I will almost have Certificate 2 in Conservation/Horticulture and Land Management. So at the moment I'm doing pretty hardcore manual labour, removing weeds (which are taller and much tougher than me) replanting natives, testing and cleaning up the river, etc. And it's bloody hard but I have discovered I love the feeling of being completely drenched in sweat and mud, almost passing out exhausted in the Townsville summer sun.

What else? Aha, now, how to gloat publicly without seeming like I'm gloating... Can't be done today. I got an OP1! Yay! So it's now a pretty pointless struggle between happiness and guilt at the fact that I did so well without feeling like I put very much hard work in. (something which I'd like explained one day)

But how good is life, everyone?
How good is life?

Aphrodite has everything,
Can renew her virginity
With one immersion in the sea.
What can I give her?
-Sappho