I seem to be some sort of weird gossip queen. I tell one person, and suddenly everyone in the place knows. (Of course, I hadn't factored in the Ball factor when I allowed my irritation to run away with my tongue and reveal matters that weren't really mine to reveal.)

You know, just randomly, there are lots of interesting, fun people around the place this year. Of course, I say this after a fairly solid weekend of ex-ressies - drinkies on Friday, evening at J²'s yesterday playing all sorts of stupid games with an old-skool bunch - but still, there's lots of fun people around. If not for this stupid thesis thing, I'd be having a ball this year.

No, not a Ball, just a ball. Non-capitalised, less pretentious, and frankly, a lot more fun (with odd moments of Nsync-ness).