And so it begins...

Well, the 2 weeks have just whirled speedily past me and in my opinion it was a well-spent vacation. You might be expecting that I experienced something tremendously exciting or spectacular, but I did nothing of such. After combatting tumultuous times during exam period, my fantasy was simply to take refuge in the comforts of my home or his and attain 8 hours or more of REM sleep. It necessarily took 4 days to completely eradicate my sleep debt!
The path to relaxation requires that I hike up the Grouse Grind; spend time with my other half; hang out with girlfriends, have a day with dogs at the beach, hit the gym, have an insane amount of barbeque parties, and another day-trip to Seattle.


But of course, it is supposedly true that if anything is wonderful, it must cease to exist at some point, and in any case, I happily go back to my work feeling refreshed. I'm in a slight state of distress currently, seeing as it is my last semester at school even though it is to my knowledge that it will not be the absolute last. Graduation really frightens me. In the end, because I've spent all my life doing it, I've come to love reading, studying.



Random memory:


Isn't it peculiar how as one goes through life, life governed by nature, fate or a ubiquitous being rakes up something from your past?
This is one of those horrid eras of mine.
Quite probable that I'm 10 in that picture, standing on the left. I dreaded my elementary school life, almost every aspect of it. From the contemptible bitchy girls and snide remarks that sprung from their mouths, the squalid circumstance of the school giving it creepiness and perversity (hence countless of ghost stories), the distance it was from my home to the poor disappointing grades I acheived.
My dad came to pick me up that day and as I vaguely recall, I was asking this particular girl something and she gave me a usual rude response. Seeing that we were speaking he assumed she was a close friend of mine and told us to pose for a picture. Avoiding the possibility of ruining her squeaky-clean image she complied and I was told to put my arm around her for an effect.
I do not even remember what her name is.