the eagle leaves the nest

I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky... I believe I can successfully move out of my safe, suburban, family existence and move into a share-house up in Prahran, fit in with my new housemates and get a new job up near the city.

I've been lucky enough to nab a spot (due to a housemate moving on) in a mate's sharehouse in a nice spot about 15 minutes from the city and my university.

I'm what the kids would call "pumped"... but if i've learnt anything from the shameless reality TV show Big Brother (which, let's face it, has shaped many of my most important life decisions to date), the "intruder housemates" which enter the Big Brother compound later on in the season after the intricate bogan hierarchy has been established, often found it somewhat difficult to assimilate.

But that won't be me. I've watched far too much trashy television to stuff this one up.

So... if I "turkey-slap" my new housemates, they'll accept me, right?

"Umm... I'm like totally nominating Teddy Pickle for two points, because he kinda like uses too many lame analogies in his blog posts. d'you know what I mean?"