Gone for a month

Tomorrow after lunch I'll begin my quest to find out where the Vancouver Int'l Airport is. I mean, I sort of know the train and bus routes but you never know, especially for a confused creature like me. My flight is at 8pm, but I'd rather get there earlier for some reasons. I have nothing to do in my room anyway. It's not like I have a lot of people to talk to, or well, they are still studying for their exams anyway. Poor people.

So, maybe I should look for a card tomorrow or something- or maybe not. I don't know. Maybe I should go and look for some chinese food around the airport. Maybe I should remind myself to get my laundry half an hour later so I can actually start packing. Honestly there's not much to pack. Mostly clothes and nothing else basically. You guys know how I am. Packing means stuffing everything in a big backpack/suitcase for me, especially when there's not much to pack.

Done nothing today. There are rumours that we will know our Math grades at 3pm tomorrow. Too bad, I wouldn't wait until that time I guess. Or I might, it all depends what I feel like- as I said, staying in my room doing nothing or playing some stupid games on my computer is not too attractive. I can listen to music, or walk around at the airport, or maybe I can find a nice hat for winter. Or maybe I should wait until I get to switzerland. Oh, I have to take out money from ATMs- but, there should be some at the airport, right? I mean, it's just ridiculous if there are no such things at the airport. I can probably take the risk- I mean, it's more risky to carry 200 or 300 bucks around for me I guess. I'll have to exchange the money at the airport anyway. Hm, now I have a good reason to go earlier. Yeah, for something that might only take 10 minutes. Oh, I should probably shower before I go tomorrow. Wait, why would you guys care?

Yesterday morning before my math exam, I've got a phonecall saying that I've won some lucky draw or something. It's from the dining hall- some kind of stupid coffee promotion lucky draw. Oh well, I did not bother to figure out what I actually won because that lady woke me up with the phonecall and... all I understood was I won something and can pick it up anytime I want. So I'll do it later tonight after picking up my laundry, probably.

R. called me today- it was cool to talk to him. At least it's good to hear he's enjoying medical school in Slovenia. Hm, reminds me so much of the good days of my room. From at the airport everyone was saying 'OMG your room is the weirdest combination ever' or 'OMG the first years are gonna suffer in your room' to having weird arguments or crazy fun in the room... everything.

And of course I would never forget the days when the room was OVERPOPULATED.

Neither would I ever forget that night, the night while a lady H. was having some weird drunk shock in the room, while R. and T. were trying to save her under M.'s interference: 'My father is a doctor, and I know what I am doing, and you don't...', the same night while M.'s corner was nearly burnt down, the same night I could hear chants of 'H. don't die... don't die, H.!'

30 minutes until my laundry's done drying. Should I go on bullshitting or should I just stop writing boring words? Words, words, words. As Hamlet said. No, I don't see any connections. Just that the word 'words' reminds me of that.

I'm thinking, what I should think about.

It's weird when you feel like your brain is completely shut off. Not because of anything bad, just that the voice in your head says to you, 'it's damn holiday darling, i'm going on a break too!'

Anyway, shine on.