What, a description for my Journal? Can't I just get with the writing, already? Ok, This is my journal about my trip to Sydney, Australia (and the surrounding areas). I would like to dedicate this in part to all of the people who helped me get to this stagel: my parents Rick and Betsy, for all of their understanding, love, and money; Catriona and Kathe, for all of their support and guidance; Kitty, who inspired me to gather-up my balls and fight my way out here in the first place; my school friends, for egging me on and being understanding when I left them to make phone calls to "the Aussie"; the U.S. and Australian governments, for not stopping me from traveling (in spite of the obscene phone calls they may or may not have recorded); to the travel clerks, for not losing my luggage; to airport security, for being so gentle with their glov-ed hands... And in-part, to me. Becuase it's my bloody Journal; this will be great to read when I have Alzheimer's.