There and about

I never liked Mondays. It always seemed like a sharp knife cutting me off from the bliss of my weekend bliss and except for when my birthday (or a loved ones) and Christmas fell on that day then maybe but ordinarily, I'm not quite a fan. But, unfortunately for me, it always comes around and in just over a hour from now, it will dawn again. Monday..

Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!

I particularly dread tomorrow.. I don't think I can get anymore depressed than I already am but tomorrow won't help either. You see I had last week off, didn't have classes due to "study week" that we had and I'm like.. What the hell do we need a break from studying from? We're doing FRACTIONS! And it's bad enough that I almost lost my mind the past week thinking of a way to convince myself that I actually had a stimulating life but I don't think even my own brain can wallow that in because I CLEARLY DON'T.

Darn it.

And tomorrow is going to be just as ridiculous, I'm sure. See we don't have classes again. My class who are all doing Foundation studies have the week off to do their UCAS (University applications and the like) and since I don't need that (I'm starting Final year in Northumbria University on September) I'm off. Again. Now I know that's usually a good thing but not for me. I mean it's bad enough that I have to sit through 6 hours of elementary algebra, "what makes an entrepreneur" or introduction to excel three times a week but this? Sheesh. It's not rocket science or anything, is it?

Out of boredom, I finished all of our assignments, reports and I even finished my final papers for all three subjects. Some feat, huh? Makes me think I shouldn't have jumped on them just yet, that way I could still dabble on something but then again, there's always the option of reviewing and rewriting them for the heck of it but that I think just puts me just about below desperate and just a bit above pathetic.

My life, my life.. My life.

I'm at least happier that the internet is back on but I think it'll take a lot more than surfing to get me off my current, deplorable state. I need activity. I need to get my brain functioning. I need to do something.

Anything.

So today, as my day dragged on, I felt so much more sucked in to a deeper pool of depression. Got up well before noon, ate Pancit Canton for Lunch, watched American Idol, heard mass with my flat mates and out of my near obsession to cheesy bite pizza (of Pizza Hut), I took my flatmates out for some and it was a pretty good night.

I enjoyed just talking to them about how different our cultures were, our various life stories and I actually seeked advice from them on how easier to adapt to being so far away. Martin, from Germany, who's leaving in a few days nailed that bit and he basically just told me to have a good "go around" while I'm here and I know should be doing just that. It will pose as a challenge because I'm not anything of a party girl and majority of "mixing together" here translates to parties whether house or bar type. I've been to a bar here, partied during our house warming but end of the day, it just wasn't for me. I guess I'd have to try a bit harder given I have personal limitations.. But whatever that might be, I have to get on it soon cause I can't take on another month like this again. I'm too sad.

But if anything, I'm at least glad to have met the people I have now. I know life isn't so great right now for me but God knows how much worse it could have gotten had I not met them.