Real blogging is hard. I'll get better once assignments are over.

I turned 21 on Saturday, and spent the whole day and night inside writing my last ever uni essay (if I pass that is) and looking out the window at the perfect weather. That aside it was a pretty good day. My dad made me roast lamb and a wicked chocolate/macadamia tart and no one complained about my choice of DVD. I scored some quality headphones, the new 'Inheritance Cycle' book, and my mum made me this amazing quilt by hand.