I'm here! Day 1...

WARNING! WARNING! NEEDLESSLY LONG POST AHEAD!

Ah after my 16 hours (not 20 bajillion, as some people have noted) of flying or so, my butt is sore.

No, I actually mean it. My butt is sore.

I've been sitting on the damn thing for so long, it hurts. It actually hurts for me to sit down now. Ouch. That's cause I'm sitting down, see?

Anyway, getting here was pretty damn boring. First flight was 13 hours long, upon which I didn't sleep at ALL, and watched copious (alright, 4) amounts of movies. Watched Mambo Italiano, Swimming Pool, Finding Nemo and S.W.A.T (Not neccessarily in that order)

Met a couple of girls whom we were put with cause we were young persons, which basically means you have a person at every airport directing you to where to go and what to do and all that. Not exactly like a babysitter, but more like a guide. Lindsey and Whitney (See? I can remember names) live in Sydney (Blacktown or somewhere like that, I think). I think that were born in the States or something. They have US passports and have parents who stay in the states. They were going to Iowa to see their parents.

I wasn't really all that affable or that nice to them cause I couldn't be bothered too and the fact that I had absolutely nothing in common with them. My brother talked with them a lot, so it didn't really matter.

Swimming Pool was basically a movie with soft-core porn splashed in for a reason that I don't know (effect? nudity? ratings? the fact that the director said he liked working with the naked body? we will never know). There's quite a bit sex and general nudity in general. I mean, the hot (and yes, she is HOT) female support (she's the one you saw in the ad sunning herself by the pool) frequently has her top off. A LOT. I think the reasoning for that went like this:

Director: "What's she doing now?"
Supporting crew: "She's making coffee."
Director: "Well, she doesn't need her top on to make coffee, does she?"

And i'm actually serious, she doesn't actually have her top on when she was making coffee. Not that I'm complaining.

The whole movie doesn't make quite too much sense though. It's about how the lead actor is a disspiritied author who wants some new inspiration and the publisher recommends that she stay at his house in France. His daughter also lives there. The rest of the movie was basically about how the women goes from a uptight, prissy woman who re(?)discovers her feminity and her spirit. Some of it didn't make too much sense though. For example, the HOT supporting actress, is giving some guy a blowjob. Then, for some reason, he pushes her off (it's a movie, it doesn't have to make sense). Now, in so far as I can tell, I have absolutely no idea why the HOT supporting actress takes a rock and kills him. What the hell? then again, that guy did refuse a blowjob, I wouldn't know what the feeling is when people refuse to allow you to give them blowjobs. (Yes, I can see the inevitable joke).

Either way, you atleast understand the basic point of the movie which was the nudity, the pseudo-pornographic bits, and the HOT supporting actress.

Mambo Italiano turned out to be a lot better than I expected. It's basically about taking a ethinc stereotype, which in this case was Italian, and placing that within a minority, which was gay.

It's about this gay Italian guy who comes out of the closet to his parents. This leads to complications which leads to him breaking up with his partner, his anguish over that and the fact that his partner is now bi. It's kinda weird, though seeing as he doesn't make up with his partner, who ends up going and getting married, and he ends up seeing a new guy. Had lots of interesting plot twists and other interesting crap like that.

It's funny at times too. For example, the lead actor goes to apply for a counseling hotline for gays. At the meeting of everyone, they're all in a group therapy thing. They were all saying their reasons to join the hotline. One womans was: If I could prevent one gay teen to put a bullet through his head and instead say, 'Gay, Gay, I'm gay and if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourselves you twisted motherfuckers!', then I would have done my job.

I'm not going to a indepth review of S.W.A.T. Rest assured, it's not much more a than action-adventure movie about a S.W.A.T teams misadventures. It's not that great.

And Nemo, well, it was Nemo. I don't need to say much more than that.

I think you'll want me to talk about what happened to me rather than what movies I saw and what I thought about them. It's just a fluke thought, though.

Anyway, after the hideous long flight (during which I developed a few backaches and most of my limbs atrophied) I arrived at Los Angeles. There's something distinct about America. You go outside, it look just like Sydney, yet...it has that distinctive feel of America in it. It's America.

One umpleasant thing was that the first thing that stares at you when you first land in L.A. is Bushs' face. They have a photo of his ugly little mug staring at you just when you enter. Yeech.

We got sped through customs and security (again, thanks to that young persons thingy) and we were left to ourselves at our departure gate with Lindsey and Whitney. They were catching a different flight to us, to Denver I think it was. Didn't do much in L.A, I bought some onion rings. After that experience, I vowed never to buy onion rings again.

The Burger King had art on the walls. Good Art. No, really, some of the abstract and surreal stuff was actually good. Only in America.

Understand now that I'm starting to get a bit tired of this, typos will be a lot more frequent, and I still have a long way to go.

Our connecting flight to Chicago was delayed by about 15 mins, which ended up wih us almost missing the connecting flight to Syracuse. Our flight AA1612 was delayed and arrived late at Chicago O'Hare Airport. This meant that our connecting flight to Syracuse, flight 4092, would have taken off without us. Thankfully, we were able to catch the flight just in time and got to Syracuse around 12.15 a.m. local time.

We got picked up by our uncle at Syracuse, since where we're staying now is about 45 mins from the airport.

Word of advice: Don't pick up snow with your bare hands. When it's negative degress outside and you pick up snow with your bare hands, your hands hurt a lot from the resulting cold. I mean A LOT.

Got to my uncles place, I didn't feel too sleepy, but once I put my head to the bed, I went out like a light. That's because I didn't sleep at all during the flight(s).

I always wondered what the saying meant.

Anywho, I was woken up around 11.30 by my uncle. That was kinda annoying, but I decided I probably should wake up and get out of bed. So I did and had some breakfast, and then went off to my aunts place, which is further up the road.

Getting pedestrian, isn't it? Don't worry, it's gets a lot more pedestrian after this.

Met my cousins, everyone was duly happy. I don't remember much more of the day, except me bitching a little about how the weather is annoying. As I speak, it's been snowing for about 10-15 hours now. This means it's dark. All the time. It's around 10.15 here and it's 2.15 or so in Sydney. So get on MSN!!! I'm not going to get much of chance to see you on MSN at night, the 16 hours of time difference is a bitch.

My day has been mostly pointless. I've just roaming around the house, playing with the pets (two cats and a dog, all incredibly friendly) and reading a little of Harry Potter 4. And of course, this entry which has taken me the upward of an hour or so.

I'm going to spend 6 weeks or so pointing out all the things that are in America, persuade a few of my relatives to vote Democrat or atleast not Bush, and read some.

A few (well,not really) last words: Napkins are incredibly useful things to write on if you don't have any paper. And socks. You get socks when you fly on insanely long trips on Quantas. Invaluable, those thing. Of course, I would never them, but invaluable nevertheless.

I've got more I need to write about, but I don't want to waste everything here.

So there you have it. My flight and my first day in America.

Take care now. Bye.

One more thing: My birthday is in a month exactly. If you want to know what will happen if you get me a gift, ask Jared. I can't be bothered to type it up here.