Alright, so I'm addicted..... oh and in love!

That's right, I said it! It's always been there I just never saw it. KIT-KAT's!!! I use to be a Snickers man and even went with a Twix now and then, but good Lord never realized the amazingness of a Kit-Kat. Ok sorry, just had to throw that in there. But that's not where the addiction comes in. I think I've become addicted to traveling, adventures, new experiences, etc. Something I suggest that everyone do is make a bucket list, I just started mine. Since I was 10 I've been saying I'm going to do this, or try that, or learn to do this... and it's never happened. I think the hardest part is actually starting. Once I started writing I didn't realize how long the list would get and how fast it would get there, I guess there's more that I want to do than I thought. Everybody has SOMETHING they want to do or accomplish or see, it's not until it's put on paper that it actually becomes a plan. A lot of my list involves traveling. I'm at a stage in my life where I can do that, no responsibility, no debt, nobody else to look out for. Not everybody can do that, but your list doesn't have to include climbing Everest. Take a cooking class, learn to play an intrument, learn a foreign language, get drunk and fight an Irish guy! Do it and I promise you won't regret it... except for maybe the last one.

Ok, now on to what's going on here. For those who haven't seen the pictures I finally got into the city! Had to go by myself (thanks Sarah) but I was able to find my way around and get back in once piece. And this is a little off subject but if this was just for me I could do it with a pen and paper... so I hope truely hope you are enjoying this. Why? Because I've been getting paid out pretty hard for having it. I hit my thumb with a hammer, "OUCH"! Ben- "Dude what are you gonna do write a blog about it?" "Ma'am this is diet, I ordered regular", and from the other side of the table, "What is that going is your blog too?"
So just know, I'm catching crap for you being able to know what I'm doing. I catch a little bit of crap for being American, not as much as I thought, but still some.

For the time being I'm still detailing cars, however I am working at the church tomorrow for like a trial run and as long as I'm not an idiot I should get the job. So keep your fingers crossed. Outside of the city and the beach I haven't gotten to see that much cool stuff. That whole money thing is kinda working against me at this point. But hey, I've been here a month, I have a job, friends, my account is in the black and I'm not starving.... ok well maybe a little but it's because of not knowing how to cook, not being broke. Anywho... off to church, more to come later

Alright, I need some help.

So I don't want people to read this blog to humor me, I want people to actually enjoy reading it. To do that I'm going to need a little help from all of my readers. First, I need to know my audience. Are there nine people out there, six of which share my last name, that are reading this? Thirty, a hundred maybe? I have no idea so let me know. Also, ask questions that may be on your mind. Someone else may be thinking the same thing (wow I feel like I'm back in middle school and the teacher is saying, "there are no stupid questions"). There may be things that you want to know that I've left out. Finally, give me feedback. Good, bad, any feedback is good feedback. Like, "Hey I really liked when you said this" or "Tell us more about this". Even, "Nobody cars how many indians you work for" or "Hey when you said this and thought it was a real zinger... it wasn't that funny so stop trying" or maybe "You're a retard, don't come back"... I don't care just give me something here. And don't worry if you so choose you can remain anonymous. That's all I've got for now, hopefully I'll post something new soon.

Too many chiefs and not enough Indians....

Ever heard that expression before? Well I had no idea that expression could be 100% true and 100% false at the exact same time. It's true and the sense that I have like nine bose,s (oh yeah, I got a job detailing cars, it sucks but it does the trick for now)so I'm constantly getting told to do different things. One will tell me to go to the back, then when I get back there I get told to go to the front. Guess what the odds are that I can keep everyone happy... If you guessed 0, congratulations you win a blue ribbon. If you guessed anything else just raise your hand and I'll have Tommy Boy here come back and hit you on the head with a tack hammer because you're a RETARD! However, the part about there not being enough Indians is totally false, because ALL of my boses are Indians (dot, not feather). So it's not that there's not enough, there are entirely too many Indians in my life right now.

So the new is wearing off and life in the city is starting to become somewhat of a routine. I know I mentioned this before but I just want to make known how much I freaking hate public transportation..... Let's take sin for example, imagine for a moment how much you hate sin. Just a little bit less than that; that's how much I hate public transport. Friday I missed the bus I was supposed to be on by four minutes. I had to wait like thirty more and was a couple minutes late to work. It was my first day so I was really freakin' out. When the bus stopped I had to run like a mile to get where I was going. I had to kind of laugh 'cause I said to myself before I left that even the parts that sucked were going to be an adventure... well this was one of those times. Saturday morning I thought I'd get there a little earlier and be ok. I had to go into work an hour later so figured the bus would be an hour later than it was the day before. I got there THREE minutes late this time. So pretty much the same thing happened there. Oh how I wish I could say that was it, but no it gets better. Going to see some friends I hopped on a bus, not exactly sure where to get off. The thing stopped like every block picking people up and letting people off. I saw a gas station that looked familiar so hit the stop betting and he pulled over.... A MILE AND A HALF LATER!!! So I had to back track, a little annoyed but oh well right. I got back to the station accross the street from where I needed to be and by this time was starving. "There's a Dominos just down the road, I'll just grab something there real quick" I thought. I took off jogging and was a little off, it wound up being like another fraking mile later. When I got there I'm not gonna lie I was fuming, so I did what any American would do.... I drowned my frustrations in a large pizza and a 1.25 litre of Coke. I could dang near feel my arteries clogging.... and it was delightful! Go ahead judge me, I don't care! Anywho, that's about all I got for now. Also, I just kinda put crap down as I think of it, I don't have a rough draft or anything like that, I'm not that intense of a blogger. So if this sucks out loud, my apologies.

Venturing Out

Well, it's tuesday night (day 7), Sunday was the first time I actually got out on my own. First I walked down to the beach, it's amazing and it's only a ten minute walk from my apartment. After waking up and bumming around for a bit I thought to myself, "I didn't come to Australia to watch sportscenter". As the morning went on it started to sink in more and more that I was truely on my own. Nobody to show me around, or give me a lift, or hang out with all day: just me. Outside of moving to Harrison, I've never really been in a position like that. Even then I went to high school where your all but forced to meet people. So needless to say this was definietly a new experience. My breath was taken away when I got to where I could see the beach. As I walked along the water I just kept saying to myself, "wow this is incredible". I spent about two hours by myself on the beach, where I got some really good "God time" in. Istarted flipping through my Bible and landed on Daniel. I hadn't even gotten to the lions den part yet but I already knew what God was trying to tell me. If He isn't going to leave Daniel alone in a den of lions (probably a hair scarier than not knowing anyone in a new country) then surely I'm not alone either! Now I know your thinking, "Geeze Zack, why don't you just be a little more cliche'", but get off my back alright!

Now to any Aussies reading this be warned, this is the part where I release a few of my frustrations. Currently I'm on the the job hunt. I can't believe there's not a single job in the whole town.... Not unless you want to work forty hours a week! (Sorry I couldn't resist) I've got a few leads and an interview Wednesday, hopefully my next blog will be sharing the good news of a job. I also had my first Macka's (Mcdonalds) experience Sunday, which brings me to my first frustration. Who taught these people how to do portions??? NOT an American I can tell ya that much. I can tell you that I have a new found respect for people that rely on public transportion on a long term basis... because it SUCKS! Next I want to let the Aussies in on a little American secret... beverages are better served cold! Why the heck don't these people understand that? You can't even find ice trays to buy! I watched (or at least tried to) a crickett test (game)... I think I'd rather watch the Bergman Jr. High girls. Once again to any Aussies reading, please don't be offended, I'm sure it's a blast to play but watching was painful. I'm sure there's plenty I'm leaving out, I just can't think of what it is at the moment.

Finally!

Alright, so here we go. It's day three and I'm just now able to post my first blog. There was no wi-fi at the airport(unless I wanted to pay for it, and those of you that know me well can guess how that went), there was none on either of my flights and I was busy the whole time in Cali. I figured once I got here I could find it a little easier but I was wrong (enjoy it doesn't happen often). Everyone has been amazing! Ben, Amber, Brook and her family have welcomed me with open arms. I've been here a little over two days and already feel like I've known them for years. I don't have a job or a place to live yet(I'll be looking into that this evening so keep your fingers crossed) so I've just been hanging out with Amber at the college and sitting in on classes. It's been awesome, these people are more on fire for God than anyone I've ever met. I knew coming out here would be a great experience but I didn't realize that it would probably be the best experience of my life as far as my walk with God. The yesterday, while sitting in on a class, we broke into groups and studied in Isaiah. As I sat there at a table with one guy from Germany and one guy from Brazil I thought, "man I never would have gotten a chance like this in Harrison". Just about everyone I've talked to, after discovering that I'm just visiting, has asked if I'll be attending the college next semester and telling me the more I stick around, the less I'll want to leave. Well, who knows, coming to school here may be something God has in store for me. At this point staying indefinitely still looks out of the picture, but I've learned not to make plans, God has a way of messing those up (in the best way possible). I haven't really gotten many pictures, but I haven't really been anywhere that cool yet. We may try to hit the beach tomorrow. Yesterday was the first day of winter and today is slightly cloudy with a little bit of rain and about 60+, so I think I'll be able to handle the beach. Hopefully I'll post some pictures on here or on facebook in the next couple days. Anywho, I'll try to keep everyone updated on here as much as possible. See ya!

P.S.- I know, I use, way, to many, commas, and have terrible, grammer and probably, use tons of, run-on and fragment, sentences, but cut me, some, slack.