The Most Exciting Thing to Happen to me Today...

Is that, between 11am and 1pm, I will have a cutlery tray delivered. Hooray! This might seem like a small thing to most but the fact that I have been living with my cutlery in a pile in a drawer with all sorts of things rubbing on to my knives and forks really makes me sad. So Asda are sending me one with my groceries. Brilliant.

I said I would write a [longer] post about my Wednesday night 'revising Philosophy' with Jon and Freddie from the flat downstairs, and Lizzie who is also on our module. It involved us opening our books and wailing about how we may fail the exam but can possibly blag it, and then we had to supervise Jonathan, who had been free-pouring a cheap version of Jagermeister into a mug and saying it was okay because he 'is a barman'. So we didn't really get any revision done at all, but it was a bloody good night. We talked about all manner of things, most of which were extremely rude and horrendous but hilarious. Something we discussed which is clean enough to mention is the issue of kisses on the end of texts. I personally am not bothered about signing my texts with them, I rarely send them to anyone (I didn't even send them to the boyfriend I was with for 18 months), but Jon was pretty certain that if you don't send kisses then you secretly don't like the person. He shouted at me "YOU NEVER SEND ME KISSES, YOU MUST HATE ME", but was happy with Lizzie who sends him two per text. I later found out that Freddie, who was rather quiet during this conversation, is strongly against kisses. I am glad I have a comrade in this matter. It is always awkward though if someone starts sending multiple xxx's and I'm still just blank. People will have to get used to it.

Lizzie left just after midnight because she had lectures early in the morning, but Jon and Freddie and I proceeded to 'revise'. It in fact didn't last long after she left, as Jon, all colour drained from his face, stumbled to his room, bouncing off the corridor walls as he went, and locked us out. After lots of crashing and banging, including what sounded like Jon using his bin as a shoe, we heard that sound that every student fears: retching. Oh it was wonderful. Freddie and I were just listening outside the door giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly we heard the shower start running. That is never a good sign. We all (all being the rest of flat 20) suspected that there was a lot of vomiting going on in there. About five minutes later we heard a bang and a crash which was definitely Jon falling out of his bathroom. I think I almost died laughing. Which is mean, because of course he was very poorly. Not long after this, it all went silent, and we assumed he had passed out. It was our cue to come away from the door and let Jon sleep. This is the text I received from him the next morning after I asked if he was still alive:

"Alive enough, so much pain. Had to clean my bathroom floor this morning which was roadkill and I will never eat pasta again. I have a large number of bruises and seem to have showered fully clothed last night. I can't remember anything[...] but have heard I was a worry so I apologise for being a state xx" 

Note the kisses.

All in all, I think it was a very productive evening. If not for revising, for bonding at least. We all found out a lot about each other. Perhaps things we would have rather liked to have kept quiet, but I guess that doesn't matter now. Freddie and I stayed up for a while longer, eating chocolate fingers and finishing our drinks, before I stumbled up the stairs back to my own flat.

I wreaked havoc.

Unfortunately for Alex, he was still awake. I burst into the kitchen and saw that someone had used my kitchen hand towel to get something tomato-y out of the microwave. In my drunken stupor I found the nearest piece of paper and pen and wrote a sign to the culprit:

I'm not sure how clear this will be but basically the message reads "SERIOSLY? MY TEA TOWEL? Emily. Goodbye Bitches". Dear oh lord. I can't believe I spelt 'seriously' wrong. How embarrassing. I found out yesterday that it was Nathan who had used my tea towel to remove his pizza from the oven. Thanks for that pal.

Alex looked after me until I fell asleep; he made a very wise decision to do this as I almost fell out of bed four times.

I started this post at 10:50am. It is now 11:40am. I really think I should get on with some work.