Wow. Classes are over.

As the title says, classes here are over, and it's an interesting feeling. Firstly there's the feeling that I get at the end of every semester; hooray! I've survived another semester! Life is good! That kind of thing. Then there's the other feeling, the Awwww-I-won't-see-these-people-for-a-while, Sniff, Sniff feeling. Except, this time, it's far more pronounced because, not only will I not see these people for a while, chances are that I won't see these people again. So, as some sort of defensive mechanism (and because I really just hate to say goodbye) I elected to not do anything with anybody (by which I mean that I didn't go to my clubs) this week in an attempt to fool myself into thinking that I'll just go next week. Only, there isn't a next week, and that makes me sad. And, while yes, I do have the Internet, I also recognize the fact that I'm a lazy bastard who barely even calls home, let alone will keep up relationships with people in a different hemisphere. So, because I know my own personality, I'm sad and guilty.

But that feeling is beginning to be replaced with a sort of nervous excitement. I'm leaving tomorrow for Sydney (so expect updates to be slim to none) all alone, which will really be the biggest trip that I've ever done. I know nobody in the entire continent, so I can expect no aid if something goes awry. I only have three things booked: plane tickets, a hostel, and tickets to the Sydney Opera House for a Beethoven presentation! I'm going to take a camera full of pictures, and I'm hoping that the trip is going to be as awesome as can be. . .

Butko out.