Pre-Final Final Exams and Engagement Chicken

I just realised; tomorrow is the second-last final exam I will ever take. Next semester, I'll have one more subject, and then my time in Uni is up. I'm officially an adult.

Boy, does that ever freak me out. On the plus side, more money! I've been eyeing some furniture for when I move out of Leanna's place; Ikea, here I come. (Wishlist includes a pretty pretty white bedframe that's all steel-twisty and stuff, a chest-of-drawers, and a cupboard)

I have been doing some thinking, though. Or over-thinking, as it were. Growing up comes with a crapload of responsibilities and thoughts--and mine, for most part, revolve around paying off all my debts, to both the government, and to my mother. I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, if I can do it, own my own house, and virtually just be debt free by the time I'm 30, but here's hoping I'll make it. I'm also saving saving saving for a round-the-world trip right smack to one particular spot some distance away from here. Prince Charming can certainly make his way here, but Princess Peach's gotta find a way to make her own fairytale come true, too.

Chyeah. Talk about planning for the future.

Speaking of the future, I should go study. I've been dawdling all day in the hopes of just miraculously absorbing the stuff I need to know via osmosis. (Maybe I should sleep on the textbook?) True story: I cooked a sumptuous feast for me and cousin Rozz ala Engagement Chicken, which is Glamour Magazine jargon for 'roast chicken with herbs and lemon', except I used a variation recipe which included apple and onion stuffing, as well as hugeass slabs of butter under the chicken skin. Oh goodness. Chicken comatose.

Oh, not to mention: if you serve this chicken to your man, he'll apparently propose. Ladies, use the recipe with care. Especially if you're not looking for a diamond ring just yet.

Coffee, then studying! Gotta dash!