The travelling is killing me. I can't study. Can't concentrate. Seem to be so much more of a scatterbrain this semester. I feel like just camping out in school till late and mugging till my brains fall out. Ok. Not mugging. Just keeping up with my readings and getting my thoughts into utterance.

Trying to feel more upbeat and optimistic about my exchange in January 2006. I want to say next year but that's confusing for me.

I'm looking at the blogs of those whom I'm supposed to have gone on the exchange with this semester, and I can't help but feel like. Hai. I don't know. If I had had no contact with them, perhaps it wouldn't be all that bad. But as it is, I started the planning-to-go with them, and now they're there, and I'm here, so there's a sense of... estrangement, I guess.

And I don't even know how I can pull up my CAP if I go for the exchange next year, since the grades are non-transferrable. I want to do an Honours Thesis. But things look bleak now. Sigh.

Waterloo. Waterloo. Sometimes what my dad says keeps nagging at me: Why spend 10k on a not-famous university exchange programme?

ARGH. I feel like tearing my hair out.