Nine days.

I have this long to get everything in order, a paper written, and spend as much time as humanly possible with my friends and family.

I've realized how lucky I am to have so many people who care about me and want to wish me well etc. Or else, maybe they're just thanking their lucky stars that I'm going to give them some peace and quiet for a few months.

It was pointed out to me today that I have one-upped Diane, again, obviously. She left the province for school. Well, I'm leaving the hemisphere. As far as I'm concerned, she can take her snobby badminton racket and...

The Immunology 452 kids aka all my IMIN buddies have a midterm tomorrow! I thinketh that it may be poor. Maybe I'll show up with a coloring book and draw pictures in an inspirational sort of way.

Or maybe I'll just enjoy a nice sleep in. I am currently a hobo, after all.

Homeless!

I guess the first step is admitting you have a problem.

As of earlier today, I have no home, as the 1st is tomorrow. On one hand, I am out of Ghetto Apartment #43, but then Mary has to put up with me (cue a large thanks to Mary). Dad thinks its hilarious that I'm homeless: the quintessential university student, yes. Probably the proudest day of his life. Motherdearest probably is looking forward to doing to doing laundry. I shall not deprive her of this apparent joy.

Quantitative Real-time PCR is cycling as we speak. There may be results for me to write about. Call Nature, they have to make room for this.

Oh and I'm going to New Zealand for a semester of school. On Saturday, not this one, but the next. Its going to be just a little bit awesome.

Check back for updates. I might actually have something publish-worthy to write about. Its not every day that you go across the world just for the heck of it.