June 12th [Sun]

I love Screwed.
I know, I know, Paris is a materialistic bitch, but the lyrics are amazing.
I mean, seriously. Listen to them. They're real, man.

Last post before Tasmania. Somehow or other I really want to go, but I'm also a teensie bit reluctant to leave. I desperately need an escape now, but it's just not the point, if I'm gonna be going with my family, yknow?
No. I don't you know.

Ahh. Well, here're my resolutions for these 8 days:
1st: Do not, under any circumstances, put on anymore than 1kg, despite the chocolate tour.
2nd: Don't argue with parents, or keep all arguements to the barest minimum. The last thing I need is for the trip to be spoilt by another piss-off.
3rd: Don't surface my boredom, even if all we do is wine taste, and I get bored to the point of brain-paralysis. Be polite. [You see, we're not the only family on this trip. There are 2 more, both friends since I was born or something.]

Those resolutions should be sufficient to keep me checked enough for the holiday.
Oh, and check back on the 21st.