I booked my plane tickets to go back home yesterday - Wednesday Sept 25 through to Tuesday October 8. Which means there's only 3 weeks until I can see everyone again, and my excitement is rising each day. I love it up here, but by god, I continuously think about everyone back home, and with the number of people I've been keeping in touch with since I left (more than I expected would, actually), it just makes me long to hang out with certain people again, and remember times only a few months ago when I had no intentions of leaving. I kind of miss those days, or perhaps its just the people I miss.
In other news: I got a High Distinction for an assignment today (incidentally, for the class I'm the most bored in, my one compulsory subject), I finally got my stereo back (technically: it got replaced, after the old one broke and had to be sent back to the manufacterer for repairs), and Pat just called me a frog. However, he's just left to pick up pizza, so I'll forgive him. Heh.