Waking up to your house-mates having a screaming fight about breaking up for the millionth time is NOT a great way to start your Sunday morning. I sort of feel bad listening to them talk about the intimate details of their relationship while screaming and crying-but it is my house too. I just want to walk in there and demand that one of them move out already-although I honestly do like them both. I've definitely been in failing relationships that have dragged out forever and wish someone would have intervened-but I guess people have to make their own mistakes.

In other news I had another fabulous weekend where i pretended I have no final exams and that I'm not taking the bar in 4 months. This seems like an on-going theme. Last weekend I promised I would only stay at this party for a half-hour and instead left at 3am. Then I promised that I would only pop-in at the anarchist book-fair-but ended up inviting 10-12 people over to have a bbq afterwards-which turned into a huge slumber party. This weekend was more of the same. The highlights were- last night's dessert at citizen cake where I spent 11 dollars (did i mention im 117 K in debt?) on a "banana split" which involved asparagus foam, chocolate noodles and this amazing ice-cream. We also had creme brulee with rose water-yumm. Then I met up with a huge group of people and went to this party in Bernal heights-which took me almost 2 hours to get home from on the bus. The guys sitting behind me on the 14 were smoking a bowl and the bus-driver didn't bat an eyelash.

I'm really gonna miss my friends while studying for the bar...its like i'm going on a long trip or something.

Oh-and I got a new haircut which I love!