One of the most annoying things about trying to synch the calender on my phone with the calender on the WDM is that it never works properly. My phone can't cope with all day events and my computer duplicates anything that comes off the handset. It's not particularly efficient. But then again, appointments which have been in your diary for months changing two or three days before the event occurs is probably more annoying. If I wasn't a wizard of reschedule it would have really messed me about that my sister originally told me the wrong date for the Little Britain gig at the NIA next week. At least I know now.

Over the past few days things have been fairly intense for me. I've been trying to make a decision about my dissertation topic and have come to the conclusion that old ladies with mobile phones, although initially fascinating, might have been an unwise topic to write a 9000 word essay on.

My viewpoint now is that I will change, just weeks before the hand-in, to a much more passionate and useful topic of mine - web standards. There is one obstacle; my tutor. I have been mulling this decision over for a while, but then when I finally sat down the other day and tried to make some progress, I realised how uninspired I was by the whole subject, and my change of heart became apparent. I went to find my dissertation tutor yesterday, but was disappointed to find him lecturing, and so being a Friday afternoon I knew I couldn't do anything until after the weekend. I sought advice from a few friends, and have decided to start on the new script without permission - hopefully by Monday having something I can wave as a indicator of sanity, and that this last minute change isn't the most stupid, ill-founded decision I have made in three years.

The problem maybe in the persuasion. Although I have no physical barrier to swapping topics, it is likely that I will receive opposition and an earful, but in my own mind I must run with this now. It's just unfortunate that it will be marked by the same person, so immediately I face a hurdle if he decides to hold a grudge against it. Here's to hoping I'm lucky.

Last night was St. Patrick's day/Nature's birthday. The dress code was green and despite my initial worry that I didn't have anything to suit, I dug out an outfit that I have been desperate to find a use for - my old scout shirt. A little tight, I couldn't button the damn thing up and my arm movement was limited to just about the same as a gnat's whisker. All the same I'm now content that me keeping it safely was not in vain.

There was Zeppelin, balloons, common room card games, 'real' varsity rugby matches, vending machines and everything else required of a fantastic night. The walk home was a little cold, but then again I did pull the strings when it came to cloakroom (we were told it was full and I had to call in an Executive favour).

Today I'm hoping to make some more progress on coursework, tomorrow I'm sewing up a neoprene bag. Oh what a fun weekend this will be.

(BTW, Sister One failed to organise her visit, so I've lept on the opportunity to capitalise on the new free time).