So, the rest of the household is asleep and I cant do anything much like turn on the music or switch on the tv or even walk fast because the damn floorboards creak…so I’m here, on msn, checking facebook, replying msgs, basically not knowing what to do until the flatmate wakes up or until my friend calls when I remember that i promised a certain person who likes margaritas at midnight, that I would blog over the weekend….

Hmm….I’ve come to realise that when you are in the latter years of university, reading week actually does mean reading week… gone are the blissful days of reading weeks which meant midterm break.Already planning to run around half the country and see much ‘need to see’ people really doesn’t help the cause and transporting the academia from place to place, I have a feeling will also be a futile cause, so the plan is to finish as much as possible before actually taking off….but doing a dissertation and having to meet the darn supervisor plus sort out a presentation(which does not count for anything!!!!) for soon after i return plus try and understand all this other crap that i need to know, really doesn’t help the cause…sigh…

The flatmate is having a friend this weekend and I’m being spared..which is good because I have work to do and it also gives me time to see my friend who is in town as well.. Anyway yesterday, the flatmate and the friend goes out for the evening and she returns a little before 1 without the friend. Upon inquiry, she smiles and goes ‘oh you’ll never guess what happened?!’ which gives me more than enough information.The guilt starts springing upon her,’maybe I should have dragged her home?!’, ‘maybe i should have stopped her..’,'I know him-ish, but they drove away to god knows where..’ well apparently she was drunk but sober enough to know what was going on and she had wanted to get lucky so what was she supposed to do..**shrugs** ..Today morning she tells me he was the guy who served her at Bella Italia and didn’t charge her for the wine and that he drives a fancy car.Well, car and drinks…i guess it’s justifiable…:s

Getting with and going out actually seems like the thing of the season actually.. I know three couples who are going out or getting with it maybe the more appropriate word to be honest, well in one case, the guy had lit ‘will you go out with me?’ in tealight candles on his carpet..I have no idea what on earth he is going to do when it comes to proposing to the poor girl, he tells me that he’s got style, i just refrained myself from telling him how scary he is…

The ‘what to do after I graduate’ plan is going everywhere..I was debating whether to put nowhere or everywhere, but chose on the latter. An year out to work before the phd, in the field I want to get into looks like an year out to do another masters, before the phd and I still don’t how I feel about that…then there is the question of finding a research masters and not a taught one, because i’m already on a taught one, the question of where, affordability, finding funding…BLAH!!! ok lets postpone this to February…