the other side

Well, here I am once again.. it’s been far too long since I’ve written anything.  School is keeping me busy, and to be honest that’s what I should be working on right now.  I’ve had the flu for the past two weeks.  I think it’s the flu.  My co-workers had me convinced this afternoon that I might be pregnant, but I won’t hear it.  As much as I would absolutely love it, it would never be planned at this point and I do not want to go all “baby crazy” (as one of my friends so elequently put it one day)  Anyways, I’ve been feeling really really nauseous, strange appetite, kinda feverish.. It’s the flu.  I’m sure it is, and there’s nothing I can do now but wait a week as it is.  So I’m being quiet now because I don’t care.

I don’t!!

University.. I’m really enjoying my courses.  They’re interesting, my lecturers are (for the most part) interesting.  The reading is interesting, it’s just that I have an aweful lot of it.  That’s the price you pay for doing any Arts courses I suppose.  As a bonus, I only have one exam to write this term!  This is excellent news, as I tend to screw up horribly under pressure.  haha.  I’ve also met a lot of nice people.  It’s good to sort of feel like I have people to talk to again, other than just family and friends in Canada.  Getting to the Uni is a bit of a pain.. I have classes on Monday, Wendesday, Thursday and Friday.  Monday I begin at 4pm, and the rest of the time I begin at 9am.  Unfortunatly it takes me an hour and a half to get there, because of the trains…usually longer than that, because Sydney trains are a joke and constantly being delayed or cancelled.  I’m getting heaps of exercise though, because of all the walking (60 mins. total a day plus walking around on campus, etc.) which is excellent.  I feel so much healthier already.

Kurtis and Christine are still here.  They’ll be around for another 2 weeks or so.  They’ve left for Bondi beach today, and are staying at a hostel in the area for tonight and tomorrow to take the surf lessons we got them for Christmas.  After that they’re coming back here and I guess we’ll make the most of our last bit of time with them!  I hate thinking about it, but I have no idea when we’re going to see them again.  It sort of scares me, and I feel sooooooo sad..which is why I try and avoid the thought at all costs.  There are times when I feel like all I want in the world is to go home, but then I think to myself.. what would we do once we got there??  Stephen would most likely be jobless..I’d obviously be jobless and would have to transfer university credits and all the rest of it.  My parents (as much as I miss them right now) would drive me nuts all over again.  I’d probably see as little of my friends as I did in the last year I was at home.  I know it’s “home” and that’s always what counts, but maybe the grass IS always greener on the other side.  Anyways, just a thought.  Well that’s it for now.. I’m going to quit my rambling and go watch some t.v.  Later ;o)

.xox.

Kristin