A romatic getaway with LIAM

Typical. the week before an exam i’m finally beginning to enjoy 142. Sounds like what a scorned woman would say about a man “just when you begin to like them, they run off and start letting other people enjoy them and leave you stranded with all these questions.”  I do still have a preference for 141 (affectionately known as LIAM). All my friends think i have a boyfriend named liam because i keep telling them i can’t go out with them ‘because of liam.’ It’s been very useful to date. All those things you don’t really want to go to (like your Uncle’s 50th), can now be avoided by saying ‘gotta hit the books.’ When i go home to my parents house, as long as i continually look busy reading books, my mother keeps bringing me food. Classic. I’m sucking this one for all its worth.

However an interesting thing happened on Saturday night. Poker night with some friends. They all got smashed, i got tipsy, and when it came to be 1am i stood up, swaying slightly, and said ‘I have to go to bed, uni in the morning’. Then an onslaught of abuse and ‘you’ve gone soft’ assaulted my ears. I then ever so elegantly (throwing my empty wine glass/plastic tumbler into the corner of the room), replied ‘Listen here you bunch of troglodytes. When you all have driving convictions and assault charges and need my help, you’ll be thankful i didn’t wash away all my brain cells with Wine.’ I then promptly fell into my bedroom door, climbed into bed fully clothed and put my earphones in and listen to the sweet sound of Christine Campbell’s tutorials about the doctrine of precedent. Christine, if you are reading this, I think you should go into relaxation therapy. Your voice puts me to sleep.  

Now instead of focusing on studying, I am using my time planning my semester break. Oh the places I’m going to go and the things I’m going to do. Nothing will stop me- I’m taking Christine off my Ipod and putting something a little more upbeat. A nice little Alice Cooper rendition called “School’s Out” comes to mind J