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Things I have done in the last week that make me nervous:

1. Thought my own telephone number (of over two years) was different than it is
2. Thought my email address (of almost three years) was different than it is
3. Forgot how to spell the word "cheese" ("cheeze" seemed plausible)

Please help me.

The brown thing is my chair.

What's with this lapse in awkward moments?!?! It's not like we suddenly got non-awkward or anything...

To confirm this, here's a little story about going to the beach:

So the day before Danielle leaves Australia, she decides she is going to leave her SPF 2,769 slathering ways behind her for the morning and go "tanning at the beach". Easy enough, right? Yes, except that it's actually winter here in Australia, meaning technically the beach has sun shinging on it, but is cold and very windy. Nonetheless, I obliged her and we went the beach. I brought a mini bag of potato chips, which I was greatly anticipating the consumption of. We are lying on the beach wind-bathing when all of a sudden, my half-eaten bag of chips takes off. It dumps out a good portion of the chips on the sand, and then starts rolling. I am gracefully leaping after it in my bikini when noticing that it is headed straight for a couple sharing a towel. As the bag nears them, with me panting behind it, I realize they are MAKING OUT on this towel, lying side by side. Avoiding my one last desperate dive for it, the bag blows in between their legs, then it's in between their bellies, then it is BLOWING IN BETWEEN THEIR KISSING FACES and dumping out the last of my chips on their lovely towel. Being completely mortified, I said "I AM SO SORRY." but for whatever reason, my brain was thinking "this is hilarious" and I suddenly realized I had a smile on my face as I was apologizing to them. To add to the chaos, as soon as the bag started blowing, every one of Bondi's 5,203 seagulls came flying over squaking to get a piece of the action, so I'm pretty sure these poor lovebirds didn't even hear me apologize. All they could see was me standing over them with a stupid grin on my face.

I was about to recount this story to my friend Kylie yesterday on the beach when I realized THE SAME COUPLE was lying on a towel a few yards away, glaring at me. They left about two minutes later.

It's my last day in Australia!

We're actually crying on the inside

I think the only medium that would be appropriate to express my feelings right now is an acrostic.

Andrea will still be here for a few months
Under the impression that winter is here
Train ride for the first time
Really cute marsupials
Andrea's shoes have mould on them
Learnt a day and a half later that daylight savings meant "falling back" instead of "springing forward"
I'm so rusty at making acrostics
Always putting on sunscrean

Now I go to live the longest Friday the 13th ever (39 hours!)

See you when I get back...
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we don't do anything but shoot

ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but we (or more often Andrea) have been taking a few pictures...

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Is Starbucks trying to tell me something?

A week ago, I decided to spend some time with my friend "Starbucks" while Andrea was with her friend "French Class". After I ordered, the barista asked what my name was.  This isn't an unusual practice here in Australia because they write names on the cups to keep track of who ordered what. So I told her "Danielle".

It wasn't until I looked at my cup later that I realized she had written:

"Denial"

First of all, who would name their kid "Denial"?
Secondly, is that what other people think my name is when I introduce myself?

And most importantly, is this a subliminal message?

Pictured below is an artist's rendition of the actual cup