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Hey there Mr Ryan!
Its been far too long, hows things back home?? Wat’ve u and all the others been up to?? Howd exams go??

Things over here are going awesome, having so much fun. Just left the Croatian Islands where the water is as blue as ure eyes and the sea urchins are as black as ure hair ha ha. But seriously it was just like paradise, like 32 degrees and sunny as hell everyday. We hired scooters one day and just went hooning round the mountains looking for little beaches etc.

Have I ever hated Australia even more?! No joke, over 50% of my friends are overseas at the moment. About 20% of them went on GAP years at the start of the year (mostly in England), a couple of them went to Canada to be ski instructors and continued traveling after the season finished, some are interstate in other universities, and the rest have left for Europe or America in the last few months to go traveling just for shits and giggles. That email excerpt was from one of my best mates - and I have never had such a bitter look on my face.

What was I thinking when I did said “no, not going to travel! Going to start my degree and get it over and done with! I’m the smart one!”. To make the situation worse, another friend who left on Monday is meeting up with that mate, a couple of other guys I went to school with, and the girl I was seeing before she left in January and a whole bunch of her friends for a week in a little villa in Spain. 

Australia sucks. Bronnie - it’s time for us to finally have that drink. Does a little house in the south of France suit you?

I watched Wolf Creek yesterday, and became increasingly interested in notorious NSW serial killer Ivan Milat and have been researching him and other Australian murderers for the last hour or so to discover some pretty interesting facts about how close all of these murders actually occurred to me. All of this probably isn’t good while trying to plan a road-trip across the country to Western Australia at the end of the year (where the real Wolfe Creek actually exists).

• Sef Gonzales, who lived in North Ryde (one suburb away from my uncle’s place and about 15 minutes drive from our place) murdered his father, mother and sister in their home in 2001. The sister, Clodine, 18 at the time, was not usually in Sydney, as she attended school in Melbourne - the same school and grade as two of my cousins.
• John Wayne Glover, a.k.a the North Shore Granny Killer, lived in Mosman (about 15 minutes drive from our place in the other direction) murdered at least six elderly women over a fourteen month period, including many additional bashings and sexual assaults. One of these sexual assaults occured at a nursing home which I did my community service at for eight days in high school, and one of these bashings occurred in one of the streets in my suburb (I’m yet to find out which one).

Both of these men (Glover committed suicide in 2005) as well as Milat and many other infamous Australian murderers (such as Mark Valera) were sentenced to multiple life sentences in gaol at the Goulburn Supermax Correctional Prison, located five minutes from a motel we’ve stayed in numerous times when going to Wakefield.

As a result of my recent mini-obsession with Australia murders (possible created by the recent documentary on the Snowtown Murders), I now know that if I sever your spine before shooting you in the head and putting your body into a barrel full of acid - I may get great satisfaction - often without the need for semen. Yahtzee!

Or maybe it should just be titled “OCD Habits”. We had this conversation last night… I want to know your weirdest little OCD habits. Like one of my friends who can’t look at adams apples and one of hers who has to flick a light switch on, then off, then on - just to turn it on. 

I have two… the volume of my car stereo or TV, or anything with a numerical volume, can never be on thirteen. And I like touching corners. Bizarre, I know. But I get strange urges to touch corners. I used to when I was younger, but have learnt to control myself. Yeah… I swear I’m normal though.

I don’t know why I chose hospitality. Working in it part-time now sucks, studying it for my degree sucks, and I’m guessing my future in hospitality as a career also sucks. People suck. I hate people. I hate fake-smiling, I hate whining bitches, I hate the ridiculously bizarre and inconsistent hours.

But then some days you can absolutely love it…

And happy 21st birthday to Nellie (who is at her new domain!).