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.