That's why her tears are out of place

I read something off a friend's blog that was as above, a personality assigned based on the day you decided to pop out, or were forced to pop out, of the womb. "Well that's silly" said Jude.

But I went and entered my birthday and low and behold, I think it almost works actually:

Your Birthdate: ***** **

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive. Your strength: Your universal compassion Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings Your power color: Mauve Your power symbol: Butterfly Your power month: February

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

And then I decided to pop it here and see if you guys agree with this assessment of your blog-buddy. And in copying it into this window I noticed it actually says the birthday in the summary.

"No dice" said Jude.

The thing is, even though it's been three and a bit (wonderful) months, Dave still has no clue when my birthday is. Every time he brings up the topic (yesterday for example) I cleverly change the subject without him noticing.

So I just couldn't make it that easy for him, could I?

ANYWAY! It would appear my exams are over! HOORAY!

I now have a bachelor of Biomedical Science with a major in Microbiology and a minor in Genetics.

The end of exams was so nice. I was very happy and the last exam (genomes and evolution) seemed to go quite well (and then everyone else thought it was really hard - that's encouraging). Dave met me outside and we went to Lygos street for gelati. In the days that followed were Ed's 21st, seeing the Brothers Grimm, messing around with my boy (including making white chocolate rocky road), Sean's birthday dinner and Marcus' 21st.

At the last of these I spent a lovely half an hour somewhat tipsy on Dave's lap with a few close friends around as we all picked off smokey hunks of lamb from the spit roast Marcus had set up. Go Marcus go. Anyone thinking of having a house party in the near future, it's the way to go.

and I walk alone

I HATE SWOT VAC! I'm so sick of just staying at home and studying. I get bored and lonely and angry.

My computer got a little pissy today and prentended to have deleted the essay I've spent the last fortnight writing and all the exam revision I've done so far. It was joking apparently, because after resetting it the bastard's just gone "Oh, here it is" and allowed me to continue on with my life.

For those of you who wanted to know, the top 10 songs to play naked to are:

10. Love rears it's ugly head - Living colour
9. Closer - Nine Inch Nails
8. Mony mony - Billy Idol
7. Erotica - Madonna
6. Start me up - Rolling Stones
5. Are you gunna be my girl - Jet
4. I want your sex - George Michael (I was so close)
3. You can leave your hat on - Joe Cocker
2. Sexual healing - Marvin Gaye

And at number one, which I did actually guess at one point, I just didn't make note of it so know no one will believe me: I was made for loving you - Kiss.

Meanwhile, my stupid, stupid report is finally finished and I will be able to hand it in tomorrow once I've printed the stupid thing. Along with a note from my doctor saying "please be nice to her, she's got glandualr fever."

And another reason I hate glandular fever - I missed the Sparrows EP launch. It apparently went off and sold out and every cliche you can think of. Heroine boy is playing on the radio nowadays, so keep your ears peeled people.

Maybe I can make the album launch.

Just get back to basics

I'm writing this blog entry from the couch. The worst moments of being sick is when there's nothing on tv to watch. I solved this today by lficking on a music channel to find a countdown of the top 200 (and I quote) songs to play naked to (endquote).

I started watching at about #148 and we're at about 118 and I'm still not convinced to get naked.

I'm also still trying to figure out what constitutes a "song to get naked to." Some songs have incredibly sexy videoclips... #146 - "Dirty" by Christina and #121 - three words for you : Robert Palmer girls. But then some don't have sexy video clips "Cosmic girl" by Jamiroquai where he just drives around in a sports car for a bit or "do you think I'm sexy" which was just Rod Stewart on stage.

Next option...sexy singers? Well we had #119 Destiny's child in favour of this, as well as "Livin' la vido loca" at #122 (I think some people once found Ricky Martin attractive). And Kylie Minogue just popped in at #115. But I'd like to argue against this case, again, with Rod Stewart.

So then we ask the question...are the songs about sex and getting naked? I'm tempted to say yes. One prime example is Jamiroquai's "Feels just like it should" in which our young hero seeks the Candyman for a "fast and cheap" way to lose his virginity. But this song was at #138 and surely should rate higher (and by higher I mean lower) because it is very much about getting naked. We've also had "I kissed a girl" and that song George Michael released after getting arrested for lude acts.

But then not every song is about getting naked. "I kissed a girl," while a very sexy thought (for some), they don't get naked. Then we've got "Grace" by Jeff Buckley, "Careless Whisper" by George Michael and 'You're in my heart" by Rod Stewart (please go away, Rod) which are just a little too romantic.

So. . .I'm confused. Any one see the link? Anyone want to guess at what number 1 will be? I'm thinking "I want your sex" would make sense. Though it'd be great if it were "naked" by Jon Bon Jovi.

Anyone want to admit to a song that does make them want to get naked? (No details required...I'm just brainstorming). I'll personally admit to "I'll get mine, You get yours" by Christina Aguilera. I'm sure none of you have heard it, but trust me.

She just takes the pain away

I had intended to come on here some time and complain about the fact that I am growing up.

Sure there's cool new stuff like having a job, getting a credit card and being able to drive, but what you end up with is this:

Wake up on Monday feeling like crap and stumble around the house until you reach the telephone. Ring up the doctor and book yourself in for an appointment. Drive yourself to the doctor's office and there's no shoulder to cry on when you hear the bad news. Wander over to the chemist and pick up your prescriptions with your new credit card. Call in sick to work (and God, don't they hate that?).

And then you get home and collapse. This is assuming you don't crash your car on the way home because your blood sugar is so low.

It's just when you feel like that it's so nice to have your mummy or daddy there with you, cuddling you, carrying you to bed and making you soup. Growing up and having responsibility over yourself sucks.

Moving on from there we see me on Wednesday night. Dave comes around at nine carrying a huge pot of the soup he's spent hours making me. He doesn't complain that I won't kiss him or let him sleep in the same bed with me and then he drives me to uni the next day because there's a meeting or two I have to attend.

It should be pointed out that Dave lives on the exact opposite side of university to myself. His place is also a lot closer to uni than mine is.

But despite my insistance on a taxi, the man drives me home from uni as well, when he's got his own exams to study for. He then piles me up with chocolate, kisses me on the forehead and goes home.

Then Daina comes around to pay me for the tickets to a comedy show she had used for me the previous night (waaah). Daina brings a bag of icypoles to numb my swollen throat as well as just as many videos/DVDs as she can actually carry. She also brings me asprin and the instructions on how I should be using it (and don't I hate her for it).

Gemma rocks up briefly and chats to us for a bit while her Dad waits outside. Gemma has donated me somewhere in the degree of about four inches of Harry Potter books to keep me entertained.

I rang my sister at work this afternoon, who just has a million things to do due to her boss being an idiot and her underling being lazy. There's not nearly enough hours in the day for her and she's so behind in everything but she still stopped working until I admitted that she probably needed to get back to it.

Thank you everyone, you rule.