I'm alive, really
Gah, do I never write in this thing anymore? Guess not...
The last month of school--work, life, everything--has just flown by. I can't believe it, really... first assignments are due, deadlines are creeping up, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and things are trucking along nicely. However, all I can really think of to do is hide in my room and scrapbook, or snuggle with my boy, or cook dinner with friends. Work? Who does that? Gawd, I'm damn ready to get out of university and out into the real world... shed some of these deadlines and inane student lifestyle guidelines and do something different. Good news is that in a few months I can, but for the next six months I've gotta stay here, plugging away at the same old same old. Boo.
In general though, I guess life is okay. Classes are going fine--Communication stuff is pretty much the same just continuing, though having two national elections going on for Canada and the US makes my Political Communication class incredibly timely. Children in the Media is just that--interesting, but a bit dry more often than not. A bit behind in the "journalling" he has us do for that class, but I'll make it up somehow... and last but not least, Creative Writing is lovely! It's all American poetry which I still find I'm less than enthused about, but it's been an interesting time and I've met some cool people. One guy in particular, Kyle, has stuck out--we've found a lot in common with each other (from Australia to Canada to Alaska and so on), which is kind of cool. In a class of 14 where you dish your innermost poetical stylings every week, you get to know your classmates pretty well. I like it.
CA stuff is okay too. I had to break up my first party on Friday night--ironically, at Marcus' house, and he was the one who asked me to do it. Heh. It wasn't hard though--the 20 or so people they had crammed into their living room just had to be told to go home and to shush (at 2:30 am, no less), which they did with very minimal grumbling. And so, my induction into the world of "fun police." Yay being a CA. But, 'tis what I'm paid for, so no complaints. I designed a newsletter today and we're planning lots of events... thrilling, aye?
I do feel the weight of "growing up" all of a sudden, however. Luke and I are pretty serious (even to the point of changing our status on Facebook! whoa!), and have had the "we're making plans together post-graduation" talk... which means... there's a very good chance I'll be in Cambridge, England, next October. The head tutor at Jesus College accepted his personal statement, so if he can get into Cambridge University itself, he's got a great placement to do a year-long research Masters. And, considering Luke's got a great CV and GPA, things are looking up! I'm excited and scared at the same time--excited because it would be wicked awesome to live in Cambridge for a year and get to see England and Europe in general, and scared because it means I'd actually have a real plan for something post-graduation, and that seems like a (strangely) large step forward into adulthood. Maybe it's graduation that should be the big deal, but no, it's the having a plan afterwards... I'm still very tempted to go to Montreal for a while to live / work / actually be with family for the first time in my life, and Luke is also very keen on this idea, but I'd almost rather spend the summer in Revelstoke if we were gonna go to Cambridge afterwards--it just seems cheaper than living in a big city.
And then the question is, when the heck do I get to go back to Australia? I miss the beach! I miss Jeremy! I miss sunshine and good weather and laidback lifestyles! And then there's the matter of his family and friends meeting this mystery girl that he's somehow been dating for almost a year... that's a whole can of worms there too, especially when we take the absolutely out-of-the-blue-pissed-off message from his ex today, who apparently thinks Luke (of all people) is a dickhead for dating someone about a month or two after they broke up. (And it's irritating me a lot more than it should be, for the record.) I'm "that girl," to her, which is also kind of a strange feeling. But I'm that "girl" to most of his friends, too... which I couldn't really help, given that I had to leave, and a lot of people know about me, but it's just strange to know that I'm a big part of his life and still not at the same time. We'll get there, it's just on my mind.
There's more blathering to be done soon. I should head to bed--apparently Kate's dragging me to the gym again tomorrow. Ehn. Then assignments to complete, plans to make, and Revelstoke to head to on Thursday.... finally, escaping the city! Woohoo! Ta, y'all.
The last month of school--work, life, everything--has just flown by. I can't believe it, really... first assignments are due, deadlines are creeping up, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and things are trucking along nicely. However, all I can really think of to do is hide in my room and scrapbook, or snuggle with my boy, or cook dinner with friends. Work? Who does that? Gawd, I'm damn ready to get out of university and out into the real world... shed some of these deadlines and inane student lifestyle guidelines and do something different. Good news is that in a few months I can, but for the next six months I've gotta stay here, plugging away at the same old same old. Boo.
In general though, I guess life is okay. Classes are going fine--Communication stuff is pretty much the same just continuing, though having two national elections going on for Canada and the US makes my Political Communication class incredibly timely. Children in the Media is just that--interesting, but a bit dry more often than not. A bit behind in the "journalling" he has us do for that class, but I'll make it up somehow... and last but not least, Creative Writing is lovely! It's all American poetry which I still find I'm less than enthused about, but it's been an interesting time and I've met some cool people. One guy in particular, Kyle, has stuck out--we've found a lot in common with each other (from Australia to Canada to Alaska and so on), which is kind of cool. In a class of 14 where you dish your innermost poetical stylings every week, you get to know your classmates pretty well. I like it.
CA stuff is okay too. I had to break up my first party on Friday night--ironically, at Marcus' house, and he was the one who asked me to do it. Heh. It wasn't hard though--the 20 or so people they had crammed into their living room just had to be told to go home and to shush (at 2:30 am, no less), which they did with very minimal grumbling. And so, my induction into the world of "fun police." Yay being a CA. But, 'tis what I'm paid for, so no complaints. I designed a newsletter today and we're planning lots of events... thrilling, aye?
I do feel the weight of "growing up" all of a sudden, however. Luke and I are pretty serious (even to the point of changing our status on Facebook! whoa!), and have had the "we're making plans together post-graduation" talk... which means... there's a very good chance I'll be in Cambridge, England, next October. The head tutor at Jesus College accepted his personal statement, so if he can get into Cambridge University itself, he's got a great placement to do a year-long research Masters. And, considering Luke's got a great CV and GPA, things are looking up! I'm excited and scared at the same time--excited because it would be wicked awesome to live in Cambridge for a year and get to see England and Europe in general, and scared because it means I'd actually have a real plan for something post-graduation, and that seems like a (strangely) large step forward into adulthood. Maybe it's graduation that should be the big deal, but no, it's the having a plan afterwards... I'm still very tempted to go to Montreal for a while to live / work / actually be with family for the first time in my life, and Luke is also very keen on this idea, but I'd almost rather spend the summer in Revelstoke if we were gonna go to Cambridge afterwards--it just seems cheaper than living in a big city.
And then the question is, when the heck do I get to go back to Australia? I miss the beach! I miss Jeremy! I miss sunshine and good weather and laidback lifestyles! And then there's the matter of his family and friends meeting this mystery girl that he's somehow been dating for almost a year... that's a whole can of worms there too, especially when we take the absolutely out-of-the-blue-pissed-off message from his ex today, who apparently thinks Luke (of all people) is a dickhead for dating someone about a month or two after they broke up. (And it's irritating me a lot more than it should be, for the record.) I'm "that girl," to her, which is also kind of a strange feeling. But I'm that "girl" to most of his friends, too... which I couldn't really help, given that I had to leave, and a lot of people know about me, but it's just strange to know that I'm a big part of his life and still not at the same time. We'll get there, it's just on my mind.
There's more blathering to be done soon. I should head to bed--apparently Kate's dragging me to the gym again tomorrow. Ehn. Then assignments to complete, plans to make, and Revelstoke to head to on Thursday.... finally, escaping the city! Woohoo! Ta, y'all.