As many of you know, my name is Drew King, I'm 18 years old, I am currently in a northern suburb of Perth, Western Australia, and I have an impeccable fashion sense. Now that the basics are covered, lets move on.

I really didn't know what to write in my blog, the first draft I wrote up was just reciting random facts. It looked something like this:

I thought that after 3 pages, that might get a little dry and you wouldn't make it to the next 5 pages. So I decided to clean it up, and take a few liberties in description. I even threw in an epic tale. I also decided that I'm going to be completely honest from the get go, unlike that James Frey fool, a miserable excuse for a drug dealer, but better known as the man who lied to Oprah and made her cry. Nobody does that to my Oprah, so I'm as angry as everybody else that read A Million Little Pieces. How unbelievably rude of him to write a fictional book and call it a memoir.

Pointless rant aside, let's continue on with my first blog entry:

On my first full day "down under", I sunburnt my face and neck while walking around Perth. The next day I sunburnt my legs beyond belief. It hurts to stand on them; it hurt to put aloe vera on them; but my parents raised me to be manly, so the pain is more than welcome. That's what being a man is all about: absorbing pain with a smile, and being a hero to everybody around you. And my parents raised a brilliant hero.

I went kayaking on the Swan River yesterday with a local youth group. The wild life is very unique on the Swan River; the black swan is only found in the Swan River Valley, and on top of that, I saw an emu or two on the shore about 20 feet from my kayak early on. We were out on the water for about 4 hours, and it wasn't for 2 and a half hours that we realized we were going the wrong direction. We also realized we forgot our water bottles and all of our food in the van that dropped us off. We thought we were just going a kilometer or so down to get picked up, so there wasn't any need to bring silly necessities. After turning around, my kayak mate, "Butch", and myself found ourselves very, very thirsty. We stopped twice along the banks to look for water but had no luck. We were going at such a pace that even with our stops the rest of the group hadn't caught up to us yet. We stopped for a third time at a foot bridge where I saw a vineyard just up the hill. We found the seedless white grape field after trying some of the sour red wine grapes on one side of the river. After that I spotted a water spigot in a nearby park where we re-hydrated ourselves. The rest of the group was coming up the river as we were crossing the bridge to get back to our kayak, so we stopped them to give them grapes and water. As a group we decided to call our ride to pick us up at the foot bridge, rather than continue down the river for another hour or so. We headed to the park that we were dropped off at to have the lunch we packed, even though it was a quarter to 4 in the afternoon.

I would hate to call myself hero, but I can't think of any other term to describe myself. I guess all those years of being the resourceful genius I was brought up to be have finally paid off. I even bought my self a superman shirt.