Timing...

... it appears, is not one my strong suits. I was half an hour late for the AFS meeting tonight which led to me missing Volley and most of the meeting. *sighs* I do have two kumara in my handbag, though, if that's any consolation. *sighs again*

I've been told off for not updating my blog, so I thought I might just do that. Stewart mentioned it tonight and Shaw's been at me for not updating it as well, so I figured I should. Not that anything particular exciting has happened since February. Well, a lot has happened, but nothing that Stewart won't know about... maybe Shaw will be interested. And I guess that Carol's reading this as well although she probably knows anything that's happened in the last six months. Maybe. *shrugs* I dunno. What to say, what to say...

Uni went well last trimester, I guess. I didn't do as well as I did last year, mostly because I was slightly less obsessive and because I have a gazillion things on my plate that had nothing to do with my education. I'm helping with RE at a local school, that's fun. RE is Bible in Schools and I really like it, although it is tiring. I got a job at a cafe at uni, which is nice because it's extra cash and it's convienient. I sprained my ankle again about a month ago. I tend to do that. My physiotherapist says I'm the most accident prone person she knows. Mostly because I came to physio a week back and informed her that since my last visit, I'd slammed the door on my foot and had my foot stood on by my rather drunk friend Nick salsa dancing at the languages ball. (That was fun, by the way. My sister came with me. She can balance orange juice on her head. People were impressed. Mostly because by that stage most of them couldn't even walk straight.)

As you may have gleaned, I'm on mid trimester break. It's just peachy. I have a French literature exam on Saturday and I'm really not looking forward to it because I hate French literature. The French are weird. Writers are weird. French writers are even weirder. How am I supposed to take a story seriously when they tell me that it's authour used to have reccurring nightmares about being chased by giant crabs? It's a pain that French lit is a requirement for a major, but I console myself in the fact that at the end of this year, I'll have completed all the requirements for the French major! Yay! I just have to do the Spanish and Linguistics next year and some other papers to make up points, and voila! I get to wear the funny hat. Really, the only reason I'm going to uni is for the hat.

I want to travel. I really do. I'm getting antsy here, as much as I don't want to be. I want to see things. I want to go places. At the same time, I like things here. But I want to be somewhere else. I'm not sure where, exactly, but somewhere. It's a weird feeling. I've been hanging out with the exchanges as they prepare to go home and went to a camp for a bit last weekend. I had to console two crying German girls who really, really didn't want to go home. I understand that, I felt that way when I left Quebec. Coming home sucks, it really does. You spend all this time fitting in, creating a home for yourself, then once you're finally settled, you're uprooted again. It's unfair. But it's good for you in the long run. Except for the fact that no matter where you are, there's always somewhere you wish you were. Someone to miss. It's hard, it really is. People don't get it unless they do it for themselves. But I'm digressing. I want to travel. I want to see the world, I want to put what I've been learning for the past year and a half into action.

I'm obviously tired because I'm getting all weird and philosphical. Sometimes I feel a little irrelevant where I am. It's a strange feeling. Hmmm. Things are weird and I don't know why. Things are changing and I'm just... well, I'm still me and still kind of floundering a little. Because things are really, really weird. And they shouldn't be, they just are. I'm not particularly good at expressing what I want to say when I get like this, but it's all a little strange. Things in the family have been weird. I feel like we've gone through this huge crazy time and everyone else is kind of like "I'm glad that's over" but I still feel like I'm hiding in the cellar and the tornado is long gone but I'm still freaking. Hmmm. I remember that movie with the cow in the tornado... Twister. I watched it like 4 times with a friend of mine, she went through a phase where she was totally obsessed with it. Hmmm. I'm trying to rest up for next trimester but not doing too good a job coz I don't seem to be sleeping too well. Maybe I do drink too much coffee. But sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me from biting someone's head off. Not that my mouth is physically capable of actually biting off someone's entire head. The whole idea makes me queasy.

Hmmm. Perspective is a great thing. Not my strong suit. But yeah. I've forgotten how theraputic it is to write a whole load of rubbish and beam it off into cyberspace. Woot! It actually makes me feel a whole lot better when I'm feeling yuck for no apparent reason. *shrugs* I am a bit of a fruit loop sometimes. Not that I mind. Je suis comme je suis. (Why have all my French papers to date mentioned a prostitute at some point? I don't get it. The French really are weird...)

ALP (maybe a bit sooner than the gap between this and the last entry... maybe)
Rosie