Wake me up, when summer comes.

I'm sitting in Irving K. Barber right now, wolfing down granola bars and cookies. UBC food is very pitiful, and if it was any good I might actually consider buying a lunch, but I have yet to find something decent to eat here. It' s awfully busy, and I had to scavenge for almost 10 minutes just to find somewhere to sit. And there isn't even an electrical outlet nearby...those things are a hot commodity...so my laptop is bound to die soon.


And speaking of hot things (time for a random change of topic, forgive me), all of this **lovely** weather we've had recently is making me think of summer--like the mmmmm, sun on your cheeks, warmth soaking through your clothes to your skin kind of summer. It's been so long since it's been here...it's scarcely a distant memory now. There is absolutely no way that artificial heating can even try to replicate the summer sun, but there are only 58 days or so until spring, and then ummm...a few more until summer. I'll try not to think about that. Until then, all this fog isn't so bad--it's pretty, and mystical, apart from the inescapable bone-chilling coldness.


I've been meaning to take a picture, of one of those typical trees-fading-into-the fog scenes, but I keep forgetting, or I don't have my camera with me when I need it. So, instead, an image of summer-ness, since that is the primary topic of this post. I took this in Venice, a year and a half ago. I must say, I admire the Italian way of life--they never seem to do anything. The typical Italian day: wake up at 6:30 am, laze about until lunch time, eat lots, nap time, go out and eat and socialize late into the night, sleep, and repeat. Not bad...a very relaxed existence. At this moment, that is what I'm longing for--a nice Italian summer holiday. So, if you ever see me staring off into dead space, my brain is probably on another continent.

Okay, it's time for another update. I've been ignoring responsibility for too long...

Well, seeing as it's nearly been a month since my last first-term exam (even longer since my last post...), and being the first of January and all, it's probably a good time to reflect on the past few weeks. I've scarcely had time to think since exams ended (I was done on December 5, but please don't hate me for my luck...), between work (as Santa's helper--taking photographs of wailing children) and a barrage of friend and family functions, it's been very busy. I'll just have to look forward to the next holiday to accomplish all the hobby-type things I had planned for December, like making a painting for my grandparents and uncle, and sewing the perfect tweed cape for myself (because you can never find the perfectly perfect pre-made-piece for the perfect price). And with writing like that, I think I may have a future in childrens' literature (not my preferred occupation, though). While I haven't bought a new camera yet, I still have intentions to, but I'm waiting to combine my Christmas cash hoard with whatever I might find on my birthday (January 7, which people generally forget in the hustle-bustle of back to school--not a bad deal though :) ).

I'm starting to lose steam here, so perhaps I should stop writing before I start droning on about nothingness just to fill space (I'm good at that, especially in essays...but yah...).

To close, an explanation about the photo--I took this on boxing day at my aunt's farm in Lumby, B.C.. They had some awe-inspiring icicles on their house, nearly as tall as me and looking like they might just pull the gutters off the roof under the weight...