Kar is so sick.

So the only news that I have is that, upon arriving in my fair prarie city is that I have been attacked by the flu. I spent the entire day yesterday throwing up every half an hour. It got to the point that I was simply drinking water because if I didn't there was nothing to throw up when my silly body decided that it needed too. It was the most pitiful state I've ever been in.
My poor mother wasn't very good yesterday either, like most people, the sight of another throwing up causes her to throw up, so yeah, we were a pitiful pair.

In other news, being in the west again is a culture shock I wasn't prepared for. It feels like my house is simply a building, which isn't far from what it felt as a child, but never the less, I was expecting something more homey. I'm trying to not be so Garden State about it all, but really, I just want to go home to Halifax.

My father is a bit unbearable. I just can't deal with him unless I have all my resources in tact. Today, while I was sprawled on the couch in a state of semi consciousness my father wanted to know what I learned in my english class. Of course I couldn't come up with any coherent answer, so he started quizing me on what I liked so much about Halifax. That is something that I just can't answwer. I just love it there. I love who I am there, what I do there, who I am with there.

On that note, it is a bit painful how much I miss my girlfriend. She is amazing and lovely and I don't know what I was thinking being away from her for so long.

I am going to go watch some more tv now.