"Ha ha you fool! You've fallen victim to one of the classic blunders!"

I've been chatting on and off for most of the day with my friend Kate who is recovering from her surgery, and part of the conversation turned into "Swimsuits and the wearing thereof". I'm jealous of her because she's got a waist, whereas all I can do is hope that my breasts will at least make me some what hourglass shaped. Back in October 2000, I was very worried about a trip to the beach with my friends and now is no different. I'm tall and statuesque (another word for unpleasantly muscled), and I'm phobic enough of what people think when I'm wearing a singlet top, let alone something as revealing as a bathing suit. Of course this has a lot to do with personal paranoia, and since I'm going to have my top expanded, there's no reason why I can't get my middle taken in. It wouldn't take too much, just a slurp of the magical liposuction machine and hey presto, instant waist! Not that I am taking myself too seriously, plastic surgery usually follows the law of diminishing returns whereby after a while there's not a lot left to improve.
I got off the phone to Nina just a little while ago, it looks like we might meet up on Saturday which would be really cool. :)

Only 9 days to go.

I guess I should start to think about what to take home on my trip. There is still quite a while until I have to show up horribly early in the morning at Miami Airport, but better to be prepared. The only part of my trip which isn't fully planned out is getting from Sydney to either Canberra or Gundagai which would make it easier for my parents to pick me up. At the moment I will be arriving early on Tuesday morning and will book the first available bus ticket once I get to Central Station.

At the moment I'm still a bit worried about not having the money for June, and although I'm trying to be frugal, perhaps I'm spending dollars to save pennies. I just wish some bank in the US would have the confidence to lend me something, else I can see myself living my whole time in the US without any credit record. If I can get this out of the way, then it will be a big weight off my chest (pun intended). It's hard to believe that when I return to work on the 1st May, that I will have exactly 6 months left of my contract.