I'm waiting for my laundry to get done, and I'm generally sulking about, so I mightaswell write something.

I feel absolutely horrible. I shouldn't be...it's the last day I spend in NZ and I think people are gonna start doing stuff this afternoon (aka drinking). I probably won't do all that much, I kinda do want to get to the right plane...not say...accidentally fly to Australia or whatever (well I could deal with that).

My damn thesis isn't done...yet. Which means it's coming back with me to the US - where I can work on it at my leisure (sort of) and email my professor a final copy...I emailed her, lets hope she doesn't object all that much. To be fair, I did send what I had done. But right now I've psyched myself out of working on it anymore...did I mention that I feel horrible about this whole thing?

I have to get to campus to drop off some books at the library, and I do want to get a sweatshirt or something from here. Maybe I'll go to the Auckland Museum...I doubt it though because I don't think I could give it justice though.

Plus I need to pack. Fortunately I didn't bring my life with me so I can probably get that done in half an hour...once my clothes are dry I'll just get that out of the way I suppose.

Speaking of...its 10:10 so the hour's up...