If you ask me, there is nothing better than sitting outside on a humid afternoon and feeling the (albeit still humid) breeze start to whip up and the thunder start rumbling in the distance. Yep, we're going to have another storm roll on in pretty soon; one of my favourite things in the world. Am I strange? Yes, indeed. But I love it when it rains, I love to watch the lightning and I love scary thunder booms.

Yesterday I decided another item that I would love to whack onto my list of things "to do" in the next couple of years; remembering there is already the move/live in England decision, the 50 day Contiki of America decision and the think about getting a mighty big loan for a house decision. This one came to me while I was coming home from dinner last night, hitching a ride in my brother's spiffy new car.

He drives an MX-5 convertible. A bright yellow one. With a soft top. And two seats. Possibly the cutest car in the world. He also drives like a loon, with music blaring out so loudly you can barely hear the car itself, but at least he plays music that I enjoy listening too and besides; that's a story for another day.

(Let's all pretend to ignore the fact that cruising around at night with the top down is possibly not the smartest idea in the world for a girl with a raging chest infection.) (But I'm feeling much better today! Much, much better!)

Anywho. Driving with the top down is just lovely. It was late afternoon on the way to dinner, so the sunnies were on, the hair was whipping around like crazy, was great fun. And then coming home in the darkness, with stars and lights and the night air? Was just amazing.

(We were also stalked by a couple of high-flying bats on the way home, prompting me to begin a rendition of Meatloaf which Ajay promptly drowned out with his music. I also forgot that when cars stop behind you at traffic lights, there is nothing really blocking them from getting a wonderful view of you bopping around in your seat like a loon right in front of them. Oops.)

So, back to my decision - I think my roadtrip around Australia (or maybe just the East coast of Aussie for now) is going to take place in a car that has a convertible roof. Definately a four door, as I must have room for friends to come with me AND for luggage, yes. But I want me a convertible. I also want a lot of truly tragic songs blaring from the stereo which my companions and I will sing to at the top of our lungs as we drive down random highways.

Sigh. I can't wait. At least this sort of roadtrip I can organise to be as long or as short as I want; I could even arrange it in one of my school holidays! Lovely!

Now, to find me some road-trippin' companions..