Picking Up the Pieces

So I'm going back up to university tomorrow, after a week and a bit of relative relaxation. And by relative I mean less than what I and many others would consider ideal. In a way it didn't feel like a holiday at all; just an extra long weekend, which I guess is a holiday...

I was really looking forward to returning home for a bit, it was nice to see the family in an environment other than the usual campus greenery. Although when pushed for what I missed the most all I could come up with was "trees", "dining room tables", and "the sense of being in close proximity to the beach". Not exactly a heartfelt response.

Most of my first week was spent by doing most/all of my little "errands" I had previously written down on two sides of mini notebook paper. And half weren't exactly errands. But while doing so I took my sisters out for quite-possibly-vague-brother-sister-almost-bonding-but-not-really time, iculding shouting them lunch and leaving them to gawk over shoes for over three quarters of an hour.

Then I went down to my Grandma's for another week, and I am required to say that it was wonderful and that I loved every minute of staying at her home; since I am actually still here and she could peer over my shoulder any minute. No really, it is very nice to be here and to know that she still has time to care for another person.

But then there was a bit of a downturn.

It makes me feel sick when I realise I've just wasted a previous period of time doing something that made no real progress whatsoever. This first week could be an example. It took me the week to realise that I should have organised things a little better; since Jennie and Dad were still at work I didn't have a lot of time to spend with them, which is a shame because the time I did have was spent on the laptop. And if you've read previous posts, I'm sure you'll consider this platitude. But the thing is that I haven't got past the fact that I'm not on holiday in Massey, it's effectively a boarding school up there (minus the uniform, strict headmisstresses and unrecogniseable dinners. Although the last one isn't too far off, according to other accounts).

Considering that I'm still seventeen, I haven't really got the grasp of whatever happens after the first year at university, to be honest. It's like my eyesight; I can easily see what's right in front of me, but as for something far off, I know it's there, but I can't make it out very easily. I need some glifeses (which is a mix between "life" and "glasses". See what I did there?).

No comic this week, sadly (or not, depending on what your opinion was on them). But hopefully they'll be back next week when I have a bit more inspiration and a bit more time to shove several thousand pencil lines on refill making a "pretty pattern", with accompanying text that could be considered humourous if you understand it correctly. Instead we give you a funny picture I found that I would probably show my stats lecturer but I will probably forget about it before then.

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