When summers suck...

Well, it's a week later, but I did manage to finish my homework on time and email it in with relatively few problems. A little insanity here, a little book-skimming there, but I sent it in to my prof an hour and a half before it was due even! That felt really great! But now it's the end of July, and I feel aimless. We have three more weeks before Sharky and I visit home again for a week. I know that's not actually that far away, but when weeks are only filled with work, they go by really slowly. To top that off, Sharky's work is getting really boring, and he hasn't had any school since April, so he's feeling like life for us is stagnant. In a way it is, though. Really we've put our lives on hold to be at school in Calgary. When it's during the school year, that part of life is moving along, but our real lifes are still paused back in BC. Life is not here for us. So in the summers, when it feels like we should be home, we're just killing time (and trying to make money) until living resumes. I admit it will be very hard to leave our friends here in Calgary at the end of April, but Calgary, and even the school, won't be a problem to leave. We've never felt like we belong here in Calgary, and as for the school, 5 1/2 years is long enough, it's time to move on. We want to go home.

Anachronistic or just lazy?

So far the only thing from the wrong time about my blog is just how long ago I last posted. Currently I'm procrastinating on my billion-and-a-half pounds of homework that's due in just over a week and wondering why I never do any of the things I actually want to do. It's not like I specifically want to sit in front of the computer typing out papers for 20 hours (not an exaggeration), but I do know I have to get on it if I'm to finish before next Friday. Sometimes I just want to travel to the future a week and have it all done. Or I want to go back to a month ago and start earlier. So maybe that's the problem, I'm currently living in the wrong time. But then again I've always known that. As a tangent... on the weekend, I (along with millions of other movie-goers) saw Pirates of the Carribean 2. As much as I liked it, even more so the greatest emotion I got from it by the end was just an insane urge to be on a ship on the ocean climbing among the rigging. Better yet, I wanted to be on the Viking Ship "Munin" and pull up beside my Grandma and Grandpa's fishing boat they used to have (the "Content") and "storm" the one boat from the other like a pirate. My sister concurred.