Hey guys,

Sorry about the wait for this post.  It's been pretty hectic.

So, last you heard from me, I was still in Singapore.  I left Singapore for about five days to visit Thailand and didn't bring my computer with me.  For the first two days of Thailand, Boyfriend and I didn't do a whole lot.  We checked in to our hotel in Phuket and explored the nearby areas and I have to say, the staff at our hotel were wonderful and the people in the spots we explored were incredibly friendly.

It might not sound like it to some, but we really felt like we took advantage of those two days we had alone before his family came to join us on the third day.  We got some well-needed rest and travelling with fewer people makes co-ordinating and decision-making much easier.  I'm hoping that Boyfriend and I end up being able to travel together a bit more, especially since parents are telling us that we'll never be able to travel so much again once we start working.  Honestly, I hope that's not true for us.  I have had so much fun seeing different parts of the world with him and just walking around and discovering different foods and cultures.  It feels so freeing.

After Thailand, we went back to Singapore for a few more days before we flew home.  We've been home for about a month now and things haven't slowed down much, in all honesty.  We rested for a week before going to my grandparents' place to help them paint around the house and trim their hedges and, boy, did that tire us out.  At this point in time, I think we're both just looking for some quiet time to rest and relax, but we still need to look for work and Boyfriend wants to move out of where he is currently staying.  Hopefully, he finds a place soon for the sake of his sanity.

That's about all for now in terms of what's been going on. 

Until next time,
Dusk

Hey guys,

Sorry I haven't updated on the trip much lately, but what can I say?  What I do might not sound as interesting as it was for me to experience.  I'm a bit of a little details sort of person.  I appreciate a lot of little moments that don't relay as well as they felt at the time.

Anyway, yesterday, Boyfriend and I went and did something a bit more touristy than usual.  After seeing where he went to school a couple days before, we decided to go to Sentosa.  Yup.  The place that you, apparently, "must" go to while you're in Singapore otherwise you haven't gone to Singapore.  Personally, I've never understood when people say things like that because, clearly, I am in Singapore, so to tell me otherwise would be ridiculous as I know where I am and what I'm doing and you can't tell me what it is that I'm experiencing.

That aside, we had a nice time walking along the harbour and Siloso beach front in the evening.  It's crazy, you can actually see the sun setting here.  It moves much faster here than it does at home.  At first, I thought I was imagining it, but when Boyfriend said that it could be seen, I was amazed.  The sunlight is interesting here.  You would think that being near the equator, you would have more hours of sunlight, but instead, it's similar to the amount of sunlight I get at home in the autumn just before winter.  The sun rises at 7:00AM and sets at 7:00PM everyday without fail.  I have no idea why it works that way, but it does.

We had a real nice time there.  I've never been to a salt water beach before and I do love to be in the water.  Though, I wasn't particularly prepared for that, so I just waded around the shallows.  I'll be honest, I was expecting the water to be cooler than it was and was certainly surprised when it was so much warmer than I was preparing myself for.

Boyfriend spent the last few minutes of the fading sunlight to draw the shoreline.  Me, on the other hand, I just love to see him draw.  Something about how focused and intense he looks is alluring to me.  I just really like to see artists at work, what can I say?  It's like watching magic happen.  Unfortunately, because of the quickly falling sun, Boyfriend had some troubles figuring out the pressure he should put on his new brushpen for different strokes.  I still think his drawing looks fine.  Especially considering the fact that he didn't have a brushpen prior to this.

When we finally got back home, we curled up and watched a film I had watched in school called "Waking Life".  Considering the time of day I had originally watched, it was pretty overwhelming in terms of information and questions, not to mention the art styles involved.  It definitely makes more sense the second time around, but it is still a lot of information to take in.  Boyfriend says it might be better if they just tackled one question raised and stick to it as the main premise.  Considering what the film is about, he's right.  It gives the feeling that the director is trying to cover more information than he is able in the time given.  I still can't say it's a bad film, though.  It raises interesting thoughts and questions that I feel are important for people to think about and don't often do if they do at all.

I'm not super sure what's in store for today or the rest of the week, but that's the fun of not planning.  You just figure it out as you go.  Besides, a few days of rest here and there are always good to keep.  Don't want to burn yourself out on vacation, right?

Until next time,
Dusk

Hey guys!

So, instead of a summary of today, I'm going to give you a sum up of last night since today just started.

Boyfriend and I went out to Clarke Quay which is, apparently, the nice and touristy spot in Singapore.  The prices sure reflected that, but in my opinion, it was worth it.  We walked around for a bit looking for a place to eat and eventually stopped at a bar/café type place called The Connoisseurs Concerto.  It's small, a little dark, but beautiful.  The some of the light fixtures were made to look like vinyl albums and there were paintings and prints of different musical artists up on the walls.  The service was so nice and patient.  And the food was delicious.  I ordered bourbon beef with a side of, what was supposed to be a stuffed portobello mushroom cap, but I guess our server misheard me because I ended up with an omelette with potatoes and tomatoes in it.  Still very tasty.  I have no complaints.  The beef was so soft and the flavour was incredibly rich, yet not overwhelming in the least.  It was wonderful.  Expensive, but wonderful. The atmosphere, the service, the food, all beautiful to the point where I could legitimately justify the prices.  If we had a place like this at home, I would be there every once in a while for a treat.

Now, something I didn't tell you all was that I'm not a night life person in the least.  I don't do bars, alcohol, clubs, dancing.  None of that.  But, I've gotten curious lately.  I don't know what things are really like inside bars at all.  My only experience of bars, really, is what I've seen on television.  Knowing this, Boyfriend set out to bring me to one last night.  Completely unexpected for me since, with all the moving, we've never gone out for dinner without Boyfriend's mom.  Before you take it the wrong way, that isn't a complaint at all.  It's just been somewhat expected because we've all been in these two small spaces moving things around, packing, and unpacking for the past two weeks.  When he told me what we were doing, I must say, I was pretty excited.  It was something I haven't even seen at home before.

On top of it already being out of character for me to be a part of night life and visiting a bar, I also got an alcoholic beverage.  For those who know me, this is not something one would ever expect of me.  I didn't get a wine or a beer, though.  I got a Bailey's toffee flavoured coffee.  At this point, it's been years since I've tasted alcohol not being cooked into food.  As Boyfriend put it when he tasted it,
"It tastes like alcohol."  It did, but after stirring the whipped cream into the drink and licking the spoon, you taste more of the coffee mixed in on the spoon.  The flavours, I found, complimented each other pretty well.  I'm still not much of a fan of alcohol at all, but I do have a growing fondness for coffee and I have been curious to taste what alcohol and coffee taste like together.  It was interesting to say the least.  I didn't hate it, but the final third of the drink was definitely tasting more and more of Bailey's; a taste that was getting a touch more difficult for me to handle as we finished the drink.  Again, I didn't hate it, but I did spend some time trying to analyse the taste in my mouth as it was different from the wines and beers my family has let me sip.  It's not a taste I would go out of the way for, to paraphrase Boyfriend, but it was a fascinating experience.  Now, if I go back, the next one will probably be the Irish Cream coffee.  That was always one I've been curious about.

Boyfriend, being the thoughtful guy he is, changed his order from an Oreo coffee drink to a plain coffee in case I didn't like the one I ordered.  It was so sweet of him.  Turns out, it was not a change he would ever regret.  His coffee came and when we tasted it, it was like no other.  It was literally the best plain coffee I have ever tasted.  And truly, I can say, never have I ever had plain black coffee until last night.  The closest would be a cappuccino with no added sugar.  Last night,  even I felt needed nothing to be added.  It was wonderful and somewhat sweet.  Not bitter at all like most hot brewed coffees.  I have to say, it's experiences like this that make me want to learn to make good coffees and espresso-based beverages more.

After dinner, we walked around the area which was wonderfully lit and music was playing in different sections of the space.  Although not our usual choice in music, we had a great time walking and listening to it.  It turns out, so did this one older man who was dancing to it with a younger lady.  Boyfriend and I were thoroughly enjoying seeing this man have fun.  It just goes to show that fun doesn't die with age.

After a while, we both decided that we wanted ice cream.  Me, being the type that I am, decided to go local and had a durian flavoured ice cream sandwich.  It was basically a block of durian ice cream that I got a slice of and wrapped in a bakery style slice of bread.  For those of you who don't know, Asian bakery breads are generally sweeter than something like Dempsters, so as strange as this dessert might sound, it was quite nice.  Boyfriend, being Boyfriend, doesn't like the smell of durian at all, but somehow ended up becoming curious enough to actually try my ice cream.  If I can explain his willingness to try it at all, then, his curiosity probably got the better of him like mine did with bars and night life.  He still doesn't like durian, but he can't say he hasn't tried it now.  I can't say I haven't tried durian before, but durian flavoured ice cream, I never touched until last night and it was exactly as you'd expect.  Since it's cold, though, the flavour isn't as strong.  Believe me when I say that it's much stronger than it tastes.  As it warms up a bit in your hands, it does begin to taste stronger and those around you might not appreciate your breath too much, but I don't think it's the worst thing in the world.

When we finally got home, we spent a couple of hours watching Pulp Fiction.  But what came afterwards, neither of us were prepared for.  I was going into the bathroom to fill the kettle because we still do not have faucets installed, and I found a cockroach on the floor just chilling out.  I have seen two here prior to this, but neither have I really had to deal with.  This one was IN OUR LIVING SPACE.  What was I supposed to do?!  I called Boyfriend over and that's when chaos ensued.  We spent much longer than either of us care to admit trying to kill it.  When we finally did and got it out of the space, sleep was difficult to come by.  I would go into detail on how we got rid of the cockroach, but neither of us are particularly willing to let that information out at the moment.  Something you need to know is that where I come from, bugs, including cockroaches, are not that big because of winter--which I now appreciate even more--so, this experience was truly harrowing for me.  After at least a half hour of bringing ourselves back down from this adrenaline rush, we finally decided to sleep.  And so ended a good and crazy night of firsts.

All righty, everyone, it's certainly been a while, huh?  You see, this past weekend was the weekend of the big move.  We've officially moved all of the things, big and small, from Boyfriend's mom's old apartment into her new space.  Boyfriend and I have slowly been unpacking while his mom is at work.  We are still waiting on a few things to be delivered and installed like the washer, dryer, and refrigerator, but that's not much to worry about at this point.

These last few days have been a doozy.  The night before the big move, we thought we had everything packed as Boyfriend and I were working on packing everything in the old apartment...as you might've guessed, while his mom was at work.  She would give us an assignment each day and each day we would finish up as much as we could.  For some reason, as we worked, she never had us finish a space entirely.  We'd finish most or, at least, half of a room, and she'd send us to work on another room the next day.  By the night before the initial moving date, she was looking through all of the boxes we had packed, still not sealing a single one.  By the evening, there appeared to be only minor bits and pieces left to pack to the point where I wasn't needed.  So, I took to my room and lounged around, that is, until I heard Boyfriend's exasperated exclamations just outside my door.  As it turns out, while I was relaxing and playing Pokémon SoulSilver, his mom had been repeatedly telling him that there was only one thing left to pack, only to realise immediately after, that there was another...for five hours.  I would be exasperated too.  By this point, it was very near midnight and his exclamations concerned me.  So, I went out in hopes that, despite how small the final things to pack were, I would be able to help move it along faster and to lighten his mood.  We were still somewhat jetlagged, so having woken up quite early in the morning and staying awake until midnight, and later still, when he was already exhausted was taking its toll.  We eventually got everything packed and went to bed some time after 1:00AM.

The next day, I woke up to find that, despite all the packing done the night before and having been told that all there is left to pack were the bed sheets we slept on, there were still a variety of knick knacks left to tuck away into boxes.  To my surprise, we somehow managed to pack up everything and have just about all of it delivered to the new apartment before 2:00PM despite some delays with the movers.  Upon returning to the first apartment, though, we discovered that the movers had missed a few things and we would have to find a way to bring them to the new apartment one way or another over the course of a couple of days.  We brought some things back with us on the bus and some in a taxi, but the rest had to be delivered by movers still as they were too large to bring in either bus or taxi.

Now, everything is in the new apartment and Boyfriend and I have been unpacking and shifting things around to make it more of a living space rather than a space full of boxes and undressed mattresses.  We've had to have the air conditioners and lights looked at and/or repaired and are still in the process of waiting for some lights to be delivered and installed, but it's not the worst.  I can deal with not having the few lights we are without as Boyfriend's mom seems to really love these little solar powered lanterns she bought.  What is most difficult to deal with,though, is probably the lack of doors to the bathrooms.  That's right, for the past three days, I have been living without some lights, and completely without bathroom doors...on top of that, sinks and the kitchen faucet have not been ordered and installed yet...the sinks, honestly, are not much of an issue for me right now.  I've adapted fairly well to using the faucets in the showers...which are also without doors or curtains, but the lack of bathroom doors is more difficult for me to deal with as there is always a possibility that someone may walk by or in while you are in the shower and the only space to put your clothes in the most private shower we have, is in plain view of anyone who would be in the bedroom to which that bathroom is in.  It's not so bad if you announce that you are going to shower and for whoever is around to not walk beyond a certain point in the apartment, but there is always this twinge of doubtfulness that makes you feel like someone may come your way despite what you've said.  The paranoia that comes from this is surprising.  You're living with people you trust, and yet, you feel it more difficult to trust when you realise how vulnerable of a situation you are in should someone come by and see you bathing.

I'll be honest, these past few days have been incredibly stressful and the tensions have been running high between the three of us due to sleeplessness and general physical exhaustion from moving houses, but Boyfriend has been wonderful even in the midst of all this.  He knows just what to say and when to say it.  The other day, while I was becoming frustrated trying to figure out what to place where in the kitchen, he came in and told me, "This is nice.  It's like we're moving in together and trying to figure out where to put things."  He gave me an entirely new outlook on our situation and eased the growing tension within me.  He's really wonderful.  Today, we were moving some furniture around in the common living space and it was my turn to realise how nice this feeling was.  We were discussing how we would have arranged the furniture differently from his mom's set-up and how it would work for us.  It's quite a comforting thought, really.  And since we were told one of the air conditioners wasn't working, he and I set up a spare mattress on the floor of the bedroom I'm staying in (there's no way his mom would let us share a bed.  The bed in there is only a twin anyway, we would be too cramped and warm together) and we've begun calling the space "our bedroom".  We're really hoping to be able to move out together some day soon, but with the difficult job economy and the high living expenses, it's hard to say how soon we might be able to do it.  Either way, we are both hoping and trying.  In the mean time, we're enjoying the walks we're taking together to buy food since the kitchen isn't entirely functional yet, and we're really enjoying each other's company now that things have settled down a bit more than pre-moving day.

Once all the dust has settled and things are in place, I will finally be able to tell you more about some of the things I have eaten here.  I've had a few interesting things in the past few days.  I hope I will be able to get to those soon.

Until then, take it easy and stay safe.

Dusk

Hi guys!

I only have a food update for you today as we are still packing things up to move Boyfriend's mom to a new apartment this week.  As a result, not a whole lot of interesting things going on as of late beyond what I'm eating, but that's fine.  Food's always interesting.

So, to start off, for lunch yesterday, Boyfriend and I went out for some black pepper beef and curry.  Standard sounding stuff, but very different from what I get in the west.  Both dishes are much spicier than I am used to having and not in the painful way.  For those of you in the west who may not be aware, in the east, spicy foods are incredibly flavourful on top of the hot spiciness we're used to.  It's really great.  The curry was far smoother than I was expecting and a touch too spicy for me.  I did manage to eat a good portion of it, though, and it was so tasty.

For dinner, we had hainan chicken rice which you can sort of get in the west, though it's not quite the same.  In the west, the chicken sauce is lacking in some sort of taste that it normally has here.  It's not really a taste that I can explain.  It's a subtle difference, yet it makes all the difference in the world.  The same for the rice that goes into this dish.  I'm not sure what goes into it, but it has a wonderful flavour in it that would have made me enjoy rice much more as a child (I was notorious for not liking rice).  In the west, this dish is served with plain white rice which--by comparison--is fine, but like the chicken sauce, it is lacking.  You might not think that something so small would be such a big deal, but it is.  This is not to say that the western version of it is bad, it's good in its own right, it just isn't the same.  As Boyfriend put it, it's fine, but it should have a name of its own as it very much is not the same.  A little fun fact for you all, Singapore is actually famous for this dish, so if you get a chance to come this way, definitely look for a local place to have it!

Today, during a break in packing, Boyfriend and I went out and got some ramen for lunch.  Doesn't sound interesting enough for you?  Well, let me tell you that it's not like any of that instant stuff that you get at the super market...well, maybe just a little bit like it depending on what you get.  Boyfriend's dish was more similar to the super market stuff, but definitely nicer still.  And, surprise, surprise!  Ramen isn't curly as you might think due to the instant super market ramen.  It's pretty straight, and honestly, much tastier.  What the difference is in the making of the two to make them taste so different, I may never know, but the texture and taste are both much nicer.

I got a curry pork ramen which we both thought might be too spicy for me as I'm not particularly good with spicy foods and...well, I AM in Singapore.  Luckily for me, it wasn't all that spicy after all.  It was spicy enough to be enjoyable, but it wasn't spicy enough to warrant a gulp of cold water between bites.  Unluckily for me, my body decided that I needed to cough just as I was swallowing some of the curry soup and, believe me when I tell you, curry soup travelling up your nasal passage is NOT a nice feeling.  I'm just glad that the feeling of curry soup up my nose finally passed so I could enjoy the rest of my ramen and my strawberry soda because it really would have been a shame to waste it.

On a side note, I don't know how people can eat hot things in such a hot country, but hey, each to their own.  Maybe I'll just get used to it in this month and a bit that I'm staying.  We'll see.  After all, I, apparently, already handle the sunlight better than a number of the locals.

Finally, I just thought I'd share a picture of my ramen with you all.  Yes, it really does look like the stuff on animes, and it's great.  You really should try the real deal if you get the opportunity.  You won't regret it.

Anyway, that's all I have for you now.

Until next time,

Dusk

Hi everyone,

I'm sorry I haven't updated you on my trip until now, but since we're still pretty early into it, I thought it shouldn't be too bad.

So, today is the morning of my third day in Singapore.  I arrived in the early morning of the first day, so I've only really been here for two nights.  I would say that the jet lag is bad since I did just go through a 12-hour time change, but in all honesty, I think I did pretty well.  It's probably because I couldn't sleep any longer than an hour at a time on the plane on top of the fact that I absolutely refused to sleep until the later part of the day after we landed.  I ended up taking a few hours' nap between 4:00-7:00PM which definitely went against my attempt at sullying the jet lag, but surprisingly, despite waking up at around 3:00AM the next morning, it didn't affect me much.  I definitely blame Boyfriend for the nap though.  When he's sleepy, he gives off an entirely sleepy vibe that spreads to me if I'm close by and I end up dozing off too.  Aside from that, I'm gradually waking up at more normal hours (around 5:00-5:30AM) and sleeping at more normal hours (around 10:00PM).

In terms of culture shock, I can't say that's too bad either.  There are some little things that are done differently around here that I'm not used to like hanging all of the laundry up to dry instead of select items and boiling the tap water before drinking it instead of drinking it straight from the tap, but it's not too bad.  I think my biggest shock, if any, is how much I'm hearing Mandarin being used around here by comparison to home.  I hear some at home, but more often than not, I hear Cantonese and English.  When I'm walking around with Boyfriend, I do feel a touch out of my element, but it was definitely to be expected.  I think the one thing that surprises, and entertains, me the most is the fact that the locals here stay out of the sunlight as much as humanly possibly and only walk through it when necessary.  On my first day here, Boyfriend had already reverted back to his habits from when he lived here and walked only in the shade while I walked in the sun.  It takes a little getting used to, but the sun actually feels quite nice on my skin despite how hot it is out.  So far, we've had weather averaging at around 30 degrees Celsius, and boy, did we ever feel that yesterday.  I think we felt it more yesterday because it might have been more humid while the first day wasn't quite as much, though definitely more humid and hot than I'm used to.

Today, a friend I met through Boyfriend is going to come by to help us pack and hang out a bit.  They haven't seen each other in...I'm going to say at least 5 years as that was the last time Boyfriend was back here.  I think it'll be pretty interesting meeting him for the first time, in person anyway.  I've talked to him plenty of times online prior to now (since my first year of university, actually) and we have had some conversations over Skype video chats, so I have an idea of what to expect.  He does occasionally get a touch unpredictable, but that's cool.  Keeps things interesting.

I hope we get this packing done soon, it sure does make things feel much hotter around here.  Plus, I want to wander around more and see what Boyfriend grew up with.  I did come for an adventure after all.

Well, that's all I have for you today, but I'll be back again soon.

Until next time,
Dusk

Hi everyone,

So, in the time between finishing school and going to Singapore, I've been pretty busy with getting the house ready to be put on market and moving back in with my parents.  All of this is giving me a really weird feeling.  I'm excited and nervous to be going on this trip, but I'm also quite sad about leaving and selling the house.  I've lived in it for the past four years and, honestly, despite the spiders, I really love it.  It's a small little wartime house that's actually the perfect size for one to three people.  I can clean the entire house within two hours and it's walking distance from everything I need.  It is small and calm and has some interesting colours.  Whoever had the house before me really liked their earth tones and, for that house, it's great.  If anything, it added to the calmness, that is, if you're one of those who's okay with lime green.  I don't mind it, myself.

Even the neighbourhood is calm and the kids actually go outside and play together.  It's nice seeing them knock on each other's doors to come out to play.  It's not really something you see anymore because many tend to play online together and talk through Skype more now, I find.

Everything about where I was situated for school between my second and fifth years is great.  If you had asked me in my earlier years of university, I never would have admitted it, but secretly, I did enjoy having a place to call my own away from home.  To be on my own has been a great experience and I really wish it's one I could keep at right now, but I just don't have the resources to do that at the moment.  If I really could, though, I think I'd actually keep that little wartime house.  It's done me well.  My dad told me that if I were to stay in the little city, we would look for a better house, but I don't think I'd stand for that.  Not after everything this sweet little house and I have gone through.  Sure, it has its faults, but who and what doesn't?  Besides, it's very...Brantford.  It has a...stitched together sort of feeling.  When you walk through the house, you can see which parts were added on later or modified, maybe even repainted.  Not like the cookie cutter houses you get now that are all perfect and two dimensional.  No.  This house has character.  It has spice.  It has life.  It's seen things that I haven't, that my parents haven't, and who knows?  Maybe it's even seen things that my grandparents haven't.  I guess it's true what they say: If these walls could talk, they would have so much to say.  To hear the stories and experiences from that house and all it's been through would be amazing.

I'm really going to miss it.  The house.  The city.  The people.  Now, I just hope that whoever lives in the house next will love it the same way I did.

À bientôt, Brantford. Je t'aime.
Dusk

Hey all,

So, I'll be graduating university this year and I have no idea what I want to do post-grad in terms of a job, but I have nothing in line yet.  Not in terms of something being in my field, anyway.  But before that starts, I'm going to be flying half way around the world to meet a friend and to explore.

You see, I've never been outside of my time zone before and even within my time zone, I haven't really gone on any adventures without my family.  So, this summer, I'll be embarking on a journey with Boyfriend and learning about the places he's seen and the things he's done before we met.  This is probably the coolest part about it for me.  Why?  Well, we officially met through my high school friends who took him in as one of our own when he was the new kid in school.  So, he already knows just about all of my friends and family, as well as what I do, but I have yet to know what life was like for him before meeting me.  And believe me, the curiosity is there.  As a result, I'm going to be flying half way around the world to explore other places and, perhaps, learn more about myself in the process.  And I'm going to be taking you guys with me.  You'll be hearing about what I'm up to and what I've learned; it'll be great.

In the mean time, I'm anxiously trying to gather the appropriate things and information before school ends and before the summer begins.  Definitely the less exciting bit, if you ask me, though it doesn't feel as calm as one might think.  I still have plenty of time, but I have a good amount of stuff to mull through, so things will be a little crazy in the next few months.

Aside from that, I hope you're all doing well and I'll update you on how things are going.

Until next time,
Dusk

Hey guys!

So, Boyfriend is back at school, I'm starting again on Monday (yay...) and everything's relatively fine and dandy. 

Over the summer, I have gotten four of his shirts because he outgrew them and they were still in decent condition.  Needless to say that I've been wearing them.  Well...two actually.  One to sleep in, one to go out in (for the record, I have no idea how he kept that white shirt SO white...neither of us are particularly neat and we're both clumsy as heck).  The other two are dress shirts, both of which I can wear rather casually.  Except one is a bit too big so it'll have to stay unbuttoned...which is a shame.  I really love the look of it.

I've also been talking fairly regularly with one of his friends.  He's a real pleasant guy to talk to, I really wish he could see that.  He's real sweet and nice.  It's a shame I have to wait a year to actually meet him, but hey!  Definitely worth the wait.  He's an interesting one. =]

I'm not particularly sure about how I feel about going back to school, I mean, yes, my friends will be there, but at the same time, my friends from home won't be.  I haven't seen much of them this summer either what with our jobs and all.  I wish I could have spent more time with them.  Being away for nearly two months doesn't help.  But, whatever. 

I think it's safe to say that I won't be going to another field school next summer, so I should have more time to hang around everybody.  At least, that's what I'm hoping. 

Not entirely sure how coming home from school for weekends is going to work yet.  There's this one friend that I usually take the train with once I reach downtown, but he's working right after school now, so I don't want him to be late.  Not to mention in second term, I have classes right when I normally take the train, so not sure how to handle that yet.  I guess I'll just take it as it comes.

Anyway, I guess this is just my little rambling update about the summer.

I hope you've all been doing well, and I will see you all soon!

Dusk

Hi Everyone!

As you probably know from the title (that is, if you read it) I'm DONE with the field school!  It was officially out this past Friday, but we still had a paper that is due today.  Finished it this morning at about 1:30 and woke up around 9:00 this morning.  I am SO tired.

BUT!  That's okay, because I am DONE!  I can sleep when I need to now and wake up whenever. 

I'm amazingly happy to be done, but I am going to miss all the people from the field school a lot.  It's sort of like U101, I guess.  I miss the people I was with, but I'm sure I'll see them again sometime, somehow.

Now, I have this entire week to worry about getting my wisdom teeth out on Friday...I have books from the library ready to go.  Sadly, we're low on bandwidth at home right now.  So it looks like I'll be reading, watching TV, and sleeping for most of those days.

I am soooo nervous. I don't like pain, the thought of pain, and--oh, yes--did I mention I'm squeamish?  Brushing my teeth is going to be interesting...and the gauze in my mouth?  Oh, dear...yeah...I have an easily triggered gag reflex too...

The surgeon said that I'll be getting a drowsy med and a non-drowsy med afterwards.  Mom is saying I should just keep on the drowsy meds so I can sleep through recovery and just not worry about things.  My siblings have already begun tormenting me, so I sort of don't want to be on drowsy meds.  But, we'll see. 

We're bringing Boyfriend along so he can help me to the car and whatnot.  I'm told that I'll be awake and coherent after the surgery, but I get the feeling that we'll just stumble to the car, into the house, and into bed.  Poor Boyfriend, just going to see me completely nervous, then all delirious. 

Hope he doesn't worry about me as much as I'm worrying about the surgery.  He has to work during the week while I recover.  He can see me over the weekend, but I might be sleeping the days away.  I don't know.  Depends if Mom really does want to keep me on the drowsy meds or not.

Anyway, I'll let you guys know how it goes.  Scared as heck right now. @_@

Hope you guys are doing well,

Dusk

Hi guys!

I'm home for a few weeks, then I'm off again to volunteer for an archaeological dig!  I'll be about 2 hours away from home with one of my best friends!  I'll be out there for about 6 weeks.  All day out in the sun/rain playing in the dirt which, according to the people in charge, will be like my second home.  For all this work outside, I will be gaining 2 credits for school.  I get the weekends off so, I may be able to get home for brief visits.

Hopefully, I won't hurt myself or anything.  If I can, I'll see if I can do some posts during those 6 weeks out there depending on how tired and busy I am.  I hope I can tell you guys about what I'm doing while I'm out there.  I also hope that it'll be nice and warm, not scorching hot, or freezing like this weird weather we've been having lately.

Anyway, yeah, I thought I'd share that with all of you!  If I find anything cool that I can tell you about, I will! =]

Until next time,
Dusk