Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Aussie…

The only things that now remain in my bedroom at the Brio house are garbage that is on the floor (receipts etc), my sleeping bag, my fiddle and the clothes I will need until next Tuesday…half of which I’m sure I won’t wear but I figure, you never can be too prepared.
My dad arrived yesterday to load my stuff in the van, to find that the only thing that I actually gotten done during my Paul Simon induced mad packing spree, was about five loads of laundry. Surprisingly (and thankfully) he wasn’t mad. It took us all of an hour to neatly pack all my belongings into the ten-gallon (estimate) Rubbermaid bins that I had requested. When we were done, sitting at the bottom of the stairs were about 5 Rubbermaid bins, 2 smaller ones, a shoebox, and a garbage bag. My bike and my snowboard still awaited pick-up from the underground cage at the hotel. I was amazed at the amount of stuff that I had managed to accumulate over the past eight and a half months.
My dad then took me for Chinese food where we were the only people in the restaurant. We sat drinking jasmine tea and listening to soft rock (the one and only kind of music that I detest). I was looking forward to my ‘singing chicken’ left over dinner, up until about half an hour ago when I had a burger from the cafeteria and I now am so revolted that I don’t think I’ll be able to stomach anything else for the rest of the day.
My dad made fun of me yesterday for saying ‘Reckon’, one of the many things that I have picked up in little Oz and I realized how much the damn Aussies have influenced me.
Other things I have started saying:
Reckon
How ya goin’
Mate
No worries
Ta
Flat mate
Pash
Snog
Shag
Bottle shop
Wally
Queue
Maccas
Cheers

I thankfully haven’t started saying g’day, which is fortunate because I sound like a bloody dag with my Canadian accent.
And there’s two more that I’ve started saying:
Bloody
Dag
Also, I’ve started, when somebody asks me how I’m going, answering by saying, “Yeah I’m alright.” Or “Yeah I’m good” I also find myself saying “Sweet as…” or…something ‘as’…to accentuate just how sweet or whatever something is.
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME ANYMORE!!