Don't wake the baby...

I'm on holidays and loving it. I've eaten crayfish three times this week, been out diving twice, got training in an hour and played in my last touch footy game for the season last night. I've been organising meeting times for the complaint stuff, thinking about honours projects and wishing I could get motivated to do my work experience report. I want to get my clarinet out for a bit of a tootle and have a hit of table tennis, that will come, I'm sure. I've been reading umpiring manuals and sending feedback to the coach. And I'm meant to be heading to Bruny this weekend. I've washed one of the bubbles and have one more to go...

I've got three months of holidays that I have to cram into two weeks. I'm feeling a bit tired at the moment.

Anyway, I'm not sure if I've already blogged about the looming year. It's all a bit scary. It's my final year, in theory. I have two subjects this semester which look ridiculously difficult. I have another one that should be new, but I know little about it, so it could be time-consuming and a third that will give me the chance to crap on (environmental). I'll actually be doing an overload as I have to get 1/3 or 1/4 of my honours project done by the end of the semester.

So, maybe I should just sleep.

Go for gold...

Well this is my last week in Lonnie. It's Wednesday afternoon meaning I have only two days of work experience left and then a fortnight holidays. This is a reason to celebrate... at least for the Lonnyites who don't have to put up with me anymore.

But last night I caught up with Sam Nugs and enjoyed some hamburgers, table tennis and watching the passing of the New Zealand cricket team. It was NZ v England, so I wasn't too worried about the result, but Sam was a little upset - but not as cut up as the girl they showed on the tele that was bawling her eyes out. Is she just a manipulative tear jerker or a sad case or... ok, so I don't have the whole story and I'm sure it's perfectly normal to get a bit choked up over your sporting team... ok, so I do not understand it at all and that's that. (Mum would be proud.)

Anyway, I trained with the Lonnie umpires last night as well. They had good numbers for their first session of the year. We did a 3km time trial - I've taken off 15s since last time I did a 3km - in grade 11, but I've put on 15s compared to the equivalent time I was running for the 4km last year. I haven't really been training for the longer stuff, so I wasn't really happy with it, nor was I too upset about it.

Ok, so you've made it to the end of my drivel. You want a medal?