Highlighter Stars.

Last night I was at home by myself, watching Sex and the City (is this now going to be a recurring theme in my blog entries? I’m not sure) and eating toast (I’ve no idea why, but I had a massive craving for toast. I didn’t have any bread left, either, so had to resort to stealing a slice from a housemate), when it occurred to me that I was being a horribly stereotypical single girl – you know, home alone on a Saturday night, watching something girly, and eating. Yet somehow I didn’t care. I kind of liked it, in a way.

Not that I was home alone for that long anyway – Ben went out to meet a friend and it was only about an hour after that that Daniel returned home from campus. But still. It was long enough for me to feel that the stereotype had been perpetuated.

Except … had it? Isn’t the stereotype more of a woman in her late twenties to mid thirties than a girl who’s in her final year of being a teenager? And a woman who lives alone, at that? In which case, I failed at falling into the stereotype. And in any case, it’s acceptable for a student to not go out on a Saturday night, because Saturday nights are far more expensive that week nights*.

Besides, I enjoyed being in the house by myself because it meant that I got the TV to myself without someone attempting to change the channel or wanting to play on the PS2. So, stereotype or no stereotype, I had a good evening.

*Speaking of expense, my student loan came through today. Hooray!