30 days to go...

so here it is, the final countdown *singin song in head... waving hair around like i'm some 1980's rock band prissy boy* in exactly one month at this precise moment, i will be on a plane more than half way to montreal. -- beware foreigners stupid tourist is preparing to land-- and i will be a stupid tourist trust me. i've lived in sydney for 19 years and i can't even find my way around the city let alone turning up in a new country every few days when i can't speak the language and probably won't be able to read a map (i'm talking about europe here not montreal). i've never had to go through customs or get my bag from one of those stupid machines. i'm most likely gonna look at it and think 'oh they have rides in airports now? where do i put my 2 bucks in'. i'll probably get my bag, passport and all my money stolen by some gorgeous guy cos i always fall for gorgeous men who want to screw me over then he'll give my passport to his 30 yr old girlfriend who he just knocked up and is about to go play happy family with and she'll take over my identity and get a mortgage and a new car and i'll get sent the bills and they'll live happily ever after while i die horribly in a gutter after losing everything i own trying to pay off their house and *breaths slow and steadily into a paper bag*... hey cool i'm excited when can i start packing???