Friends

I have zero Christmas spirit this year. Possibly a combination of the fact that I have bought all my own presents, I don't think my family will like the crap I got them, and oh yeah, my cat probably has leukaemia and is most likely being put down on Tuesday, at the tender age of three years old.
Ah, I'll go be moody elsewhere. At least we get Doctor Who tomorrow- it had better be good, as all my Christmas happiness is hanging on that one episode.

Okay, my 20th was awesome. It lasted for 3 days, more or less. On my actual birthday, I got to have all the birthday squee, as well as the tastiest fajitas ever cooked for me by LoM. Day 2 featured a family dinner and even MORE fajitas (noticing anything about my food tastes?) and CAAAAAAAAAAKE...most of which has been eaten by my brothers. Oh well.
Day 3 was of course the best, because day 3 was the party! I'd struggle to summarise the highlights of that particular evening, but my personal weirdest point was AngelBeaver rubbing cake in my hair, I am still unsure what the hell was going on there.
Since then? I'm in the middle of my exams, the last (and probably toughest) being on friday. Still, off to Paris on saturday, and I CAN NOT WAIT!! Here's hoping the weather holds. Trust me, the revision is SO much easier when I remind myself how I'll be in Disneyland this time next week :)

MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL!
For the first time in about...8 years, I have no desire to lose weight. I'm about 8 stone 3 and totally content. YAY!
(It will not last.)