Wave after wave.

Today I write from the darkened room of my lounge. It was the birthday of that of my father today. So dad, if you read this, Happy Birthday big guy.

This past week was academically gruelling, with a major assessment deadline being faced on Thursday. The assignment that I had usurped was a 15 minute speech that I had to completed in a group. Our marks were pleasantly surprising, with people remarking on the presenter-like voice I seem to have. The completion of this project marks a 2 week gap in deadlines, with 3 major deadlines being due at the end of this break. As much as I'd love to sit back and relax, sadly a true break is off the tables, as these assignments are going to be awful to deal with if I give them time to fester. With that being, said this weekend was the only real chance I've had to relax and not worry too much about pending work.

My weekend began with time spent with friends reminiscing over our old favourite games that got us through our preteen years, the Pokemon series. Such a prevalent franchise that still carries on today, never ceases to amaze me with the success they had and continue to have in lighting up the lives of kids, and now young adults who've grown up and stayed loyal to the series. One of my all time favourite games remains to be the Pokemon series, and every generation that's been released. A guilty pleasure if you will.

By the time Saturday night came around, my friends were long gone, but replaced with my lovely girlfriend. The event of the evening being my Girlfriends, friends birthday. Trust me I know how repetitive that last few words sounded. The night entailed loud music, drinking and the occasional dance. A standard evening for all intensive purposes. The night ended with a hearty sleep, that was much needed I'll add.

This morning began with a sad goodbye between myself and other-half. After we parted ways for the day, it was time to test my knowledge of the local rivers and estuaries. Today was the first time I've ever independently driven the Jet Ski by myself, though not much can be said for the weather. The wind blasted water, like fine bullets, straight into my face as I attempted to ride through the waterways. If it weren't for the sunglasses protecting my eyes, all that would be left of them would be salt-encrusted sockets.

There's a solace that can only be found in the rolling waves and salty sea air.

With my relaxing done, I'm now mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of work I aim to conquer in the next 2 weeks.

Wish me luck my loyal readers.

A word from the writer.

Josh.