Next week I'm going to housesit friend's one-bedroom apartment for a few days, and the place is going to be available for rental in two months. Pretty stoked about that. It's affordable (still can't believe that I can say something like that) and since it's on the way from my parents old home I know it's not going to impact my commute. Fingers crossed that the landlords won't demand some balls-out insane collateral for renting to someone my age, but supposedly they're a reasonable couple.

My weekend was pretty crazy. Celebrated flatmate's successful MEng defence with a bunch of our friends, wasn't obliterated at Heroes III, derived under influence and still managed to grade my students' physics homework by Sunday.

Lastly, I now officially have an adviser. We've been talking and emailing for the last few weeks, and it looks like it's gonna work. He recommended two courses I should take in the upcoming semester, warned that he's pretty hands-off and that we'll probably switch from weekly meetings to twice a month as difficulty ramps up. Cool, I'd take that over some micromanaging freak 15 times out of 10.