20 kilograms is not enough...

... also, 75 litres is shrinking by the minute. ie, packing is not going well. I mean, the stuff's all inside the bags, I'm just not sure as to how much it weighs :( We'll just have to wait and see. The funny thing is, I'm sitting here like "oooh I'm so excited for exchange" but I really haven't internalized it yet. It's like, yeah, I'm going away for three months, but I'm not actually feeling it... I've said goodbye to everyone, but I'm not feeling it. It's not like I don't know it's there, but it doesn't seem to affect me. Neither do other partings. Or death. Or anything like that. It's always as though I'm very detached from it, I don't know why. It's honestly pretty weird. So I guess this means I don't have much to say, other than the fact that the really bangy section of the Rachmaninov is coming along nicely :) And the jazz patterns are getting faster :) Because I love the music and I will spend my free time screwing around. Can't wait to start singing lessons when I get back! So I should probably warn you guys. If you call my cell, you won't get through. If you call my landline, my mum will pick up. If you break into my locker, enjoy, coz it's empty. Oh yeah, and I have to approve all the comments that go onto my blog, so no spamming whether you want to or not. Lots of pictures, I promise. That's if I can get hold of a camera (a decent one that is)... And I'm going to miss everyone.... And there's too bloody many of you to go name by name. Dammit, everyone! This is absolutely shocking. In exactly 24 hours Eastern Seaboard Time I will be chilling in Toronto. Wow. Nah, not getting through. It's going to be one fat vaab. :)